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 Turkey 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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and New York.
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 808 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 Absolute Body Control to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Robert Wyatt. All the underground hits.
All Skriet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bauhaus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Altered Images record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Supertramp,
Roy Ayers,
John Cale,
Basic Channel,
Terrestrial Tones,
Matthew Bourne,
The Happenings,
Malaria!,
Mr. Review,
Quando Quango,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Vladislav Delay,
Wally Richardson,
Panda Bear,
Ludus,
Black Sheep,
Man Eating Sloth,
These Immortal Souls,
Camberwell Now,
Ten City,
John Foxx,
Spoonie Gee,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Janne Schatter,
Nirvana,
The Martian,
Sun Ra,
PIL,
Iggy Pop,
Visage,
Jacques Brel,
Kurtis Blow,
The Sonics,
Index,
Pussy Galore,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
the Normal,
Gichy Dan,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Tom Boy,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Masters at Work,
Mantronix,
Peter and Kerry,
Dead Boys,
the Soft Cell,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sonic Youth,
Patti Smith,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Black Moon,
Slave,
Marmalade,
New York Dolls,
Tropical Tobacco,
Simply Red,
The Alarm Clocks,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Motions,
Sound Behaviour,
Ituana,
Maleditus Sound,
The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight.
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.