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 Chad and from New York.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 snare 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 Ponytail to the techno 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 Maurizio. All the underground hits.
All The Last Poets tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Duran Duran record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultra Naté record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nik Kershaw,
Flipper,
Depeche Mode,
Pulsallama,
Radio Birdman,
Jandek,
Albert Ayler,
Maurizio,
Swans,
Sight & Sound,
Crispy Ambulance,
Radiopuhelimet,
Main Source,
Mandrill,
Kurtis Blow,
Interpol,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Magazine,
Shoche,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Letta Mbulu,
Deepchord,
June of 44,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The United States of America,
DJ Sneak,
The Dead C,
The Skatalites,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Wasted Youth,
Marmalade,
The Neon Judgement,
One Last Wish,
Symarip,
Qualms,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Zapp,
John Coltrane,
The Fuzztones,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Chrome,
Mission of Burma,
Gastr Del Sol,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Beau Brummels,
Sixth Finger,
Janne Schatter,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Anakelly,
Spoonie Gee,
June Days,
Shuggie Otis,
LL Cool J,
The Tremeloes,
The Real Kids,
The Raincoats,
Mark Hollis,
Sexual Harrassment,
Young Marble Giants,
Y Pants,
Cymande, Cymande, Cymande, Cymande.
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.