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 Rwanda and from Spokane.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Sister Nancy to the crunk 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 Amon Düül II. All the underground hits.
All Livin' Joy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Gang Dance 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Alarm Clocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sparks,
Blancmange,
The Slackers,
Barrington Levy,
the Swans,
The Tremeloes,
Ice-T,
Accadde A,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
ABBA,
Gerry Rafferty,
Slick Rick,
John Coltrane,
Erykah Badu,
The Modern Lovers,
Piero Umiliani,
Soft Machine,
Shuggie Otis,
The Real Kids,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bush Tetras,
Jandek,
Mantronix,
Scientists,
Audionom,
Eric Copeland,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Beau Brummels,
Alton Ellis,
Dawn Penn,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Todd Terry,
Man Eating Sloth,
Roy Ayers,
Gang of Four,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Main Source,
Cabaret Voltaire,
David Bowie,
Stereo Dub,
Josef K,
Siglo XX,
Lakeside,
Sight & Sound,
The Sound,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Con Funk Shun,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Pop Group,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
the Human League,
Sandy B,
Crime,
China Crisis,
Moss Icon,
F. McDonald,
Outsiders,
The Slits, The Slits, The Slits, The Slits.
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.