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 United Kingdom and from Cairo.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 John Coltrane to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Neil Young. All the underground hits.
All Barclay James Harvest tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echospace record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cameo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fortunes,
Barry Ungar,
Minny Pops,
Mad Mike,
The Black Dice,
Mars,
Visage,
David Axelrod,
Cybotron,
Pet Shop Boys,
Easy Going,
Iggy Pop,
Hardrive,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ronan,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Leaves,
Alton Ellis,
Boz Scaggs,
Fugazi,
Heaven 17,
Davy DMX,
Depeche Mode,
Fort Wilson Riot,
A Flock of Seagulls,
48th St. Collective,
Stereo Dub,
Anthony Braxton,
Darondo,
Gichy Dan,
Yusef Lateef,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ultra Naté,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
FM Einheit,
Glenn Branca,
Hasil Adkins,
Rosa Yemen,
John Holt,
Letta Mbulu,
James White and The Blacks,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Morten Harket,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Shadows of Knight,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Neon Judgement,
T.S.O.L.,
Deepchord,
Gang of Four,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Misunderstood,
10cc,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Skarface,
Blancmange,
Grey Daturas,
Lee Hazlewood,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps.
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.