Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Thailand and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing David McCallum to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Suicide. All the underground hits.
All Lyres tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Skatalites record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Move record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lower 48,
New York Dolls,
The J.B.'s,
Barrington Levy,
Dark Day,
Joensuu 1685,
The Martian,
10cc,
Flipper,
Gastr Del Sol,
Fluxion,
Hoover,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Soul Sonic Force,
Graham Central Station,
Quadrant,
Roxette,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Donny Hathaway,
Organ,
Gerry Rafferty,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Barclay James Harvest,
Thee Headcoats,
The Slits,
Gil Scott Heron,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Neon Judgement,
Guru Guru,
The Sound,
Cameo,
Suicide,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Barry Ungar,
Electric Light Orchestra,
a-ha,
Radiohead,
The United States of America,
The Electric Prunes,
Porter Ricks,
Qualms,
Matthew Halsall,
Dual Sessions,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Pharoah Sanders,
Aaron Thompson,
Danielle Patucci,
The Moody Blues,
kango's stein massive,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ultimate Spinach,
Make Up,
The Human League,
Brothers Johnson,
Bauhaus,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lalo Schifrin,
Duran Duran,
Moebius,
Con Funk Shun,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.