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 Jordan and from Salvador.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 clarinet 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 Infiniti to the disco 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 Bad Manners. All the underground hits.
All Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantaleimon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Image Ltd. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Saccharine Trust,
Man Eating Sloth,
Easy Going,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Brass Construction,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Cure,
The Divine Comedy,
Mark Hollis,
Pierre Henry,
Al Stewart,
The Smoke,
New Order,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Michelle Simonal,
The Blackbyrds,
Gichy Dan,
Gang of Four,
The Litter,
Marshall Jefferson,
Yaz,
Y Pants,
Roxette,
Ten City,
Quadrant,
Arthur Verocai,
The Gun Club,
Steve Hackett,
Panda Bear,
Jesper Dahlback,
Camberwell Now,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
James White and The Blacks,
Susan Cadogan,
Crooked Eye,
The Moleskins,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Dave Clark Five,
Patti Smith,
Rufus Thomas,
Wire,
Althea and Donna,
Idris Muhammad,
Darondo,
Marcia Griffiths,
Masters at Work,
A Certain Ratio,
Roy Ayers,
Bluetip,
Sister Nancy,
Bobby Womack,
The Techniques,
Public Enemy,
Porter Ricks,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sonic Youth,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lou Reed,
Moebius,
Barrington Levy,
The Birthday Party,
Interpol, Interpol, Interpol, Interpol.
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.