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 Tanzania and from Bremen.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Accra.
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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 the Slits to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Funky Four + One. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Sherman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every B.T. Express 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Normal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sex Pistols,
The Fall,
Mission of Burma,
Colin Newman,
H. Thieme,
The Birthday Party,
Reagan Youth,
The Monks,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Lungfish,
Roy Ayers,
Ronan,
Arcadia,
Reuben Wilson,
The Doobie Brothers,
John Cale,
Jesper Dahlback,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
the Normal,
Section 25,
Pole,
The Flesh Eaters,
Camouflage,
Index,
X-102,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Minor Threat,
Black Bananas,
Wasted Youth,
Flamin' Groovies,
OOIOO,
Circle Jerks,
Susan Cadogan,
Parry Music,
Joe Finger,
China Crisis,
Panda Bear,
Erasure,
Lalann,
The Seeds,
Junior Murvin,
DJ Style,
The Buckinghams,
The Victims,
Japan,
AZ,
Bizarre Inc.,
Average White Band,
T. Rex,
The Neon Judgement,
The Slits,
The Modern Lovers,
Scientists,
10cc,
Boredoms,
Ultimate Spinach,
Godley & Creme,
The Monochrome Set,
Oneida,
The Five Americans,
Minnie Riperton,
The Human League, The Human League, The Human League, The Human League.
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.