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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Paris.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Freddie Wadling to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Stockholm Monsters. All the underground hits.
All Sly & The Family Stone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pagans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arab on Radar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ohio Players,
Thee Headcoats,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
David McCallum,
Peter and Kerry,
the Sonics,
ABC,
Scion,
Q and Not U,
Alice Coltrane,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Wake,
Joy Division,
Peter & Gordon,
Throbbing Gristle,
Rod Modell,
Flash Fearless,
Ronnie Foster,
Banda Bassotti,
Underground Resistance,
Monks,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Monochrome Set,
The Kinks,
Ultravox,
Girls At Our Best!,
Brothers Johnson,
Marshall Jefferson,
Minutemen,
Nick Fraelich,
Soft Machine,
Leonard Cohen,
Sister Nancy,
Los Fastidios,
Chrome,
Godley & Creme,
The Happenings,
The Last Poets,
Sällskapet,
Reagan Youth,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Deadbeat,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Absolute Body Control,
Can,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Fad Gadget,
The Monks,
Swell Maps,
the Bar-Kays,
Mo-Dettes,
Groovy Waters,
Q65,
Eurythmics,
The Gun Club,
Scientists,
Harry Pussy,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day.
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.