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 Netherlands and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Kings Of Tomorrow to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 B.T. Express. All the underground hits.
All David McCallum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Al Stewart record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radio Birdman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Dark Day,
the Soft Cell,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Aswad,
Sixth Finger,
Isaac Hayes,
Qualms,
Amon Düül,
Rhythm & Sound,
Barbara Tucker,
Q and Not U,
Eric Copeland,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Cameo,
The Gladiators,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Reuben Wilson,
The Alarm Clocks,
Piero Umiliani,
Subhumans,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Archie Shepp,
The Skatalites,
DNA,
Moss Icon,
Au Pairs,
The Dirtbombs,
Peter & Gordon,
Lou Christie,
Black Sheep,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Television Personalities,
Technova,
Minnie Riperton,
Joyce Sims,
Gastr Del Sol,
cv313,
Bang On A Can,
Tim Buckley,
Brick,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Kinks,
The Cowsills,
The Beau Brummels,
Morten Harket,
Patti Smith,
Black Pus,
Reagan Youth,
Pylon,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Fluxion,
Scott Walker,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
John Lydon,
Mary Jane Girls,
Barry Ungar,
Zapp,
Nirvana,
The Names,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Star Department,
Lalann, Lalann, Lalann, Lalann.
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.