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 Zambia and from Mexico City.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 David Bowie 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 Country Teasers to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Ash Ra Tempel. All the underground hits.
All Heavy D & The Boyz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Trumans Water record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Divine Comedy,
The Count Five,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Rosa Yemen,
Skaos,
Sparks,
Dave Gahan,
The Names,
Rhythm & Sound,
Scientists,
The Blues Magoos,
Tommy Roe,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Detroit Cobras,
Desert Stars,
Kaleidoscope,
Heaven 17,
Half Japanese,
Yellowson,
Darondo,
Steve Hackett,
Maleditus Sound,
Easy Going,
Avey Tare,
Aural Exciters,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Junior Murvin,
The Dirtbombs,
Josef K,
Jacques Brel,
Pussy Galore,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Blackbyrds,
Lindisfarne,
The Mojo Men,
Sam Rivers,
Shuggie Otis,
The Gladiators,
Jerry's Kids,
R.M.O.,
Excepter,
The Doobie Brothers,
Blake Baxter,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
PIL,
Brand Nubian,
the Soft Cell,
The Remains,
D'Angelo,
Bootsy Collins,
The Evens,
Morten Harket,
Pole,
Flash Fearless,
The Moleskins,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Tremeloes,
ABC,
MDC,
Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi.
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.