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 Portugal and from Sao Paulo.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Nation of Ulysses to the grime 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 Charles Mingus. All the underground hits.
All Organ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Bowie record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Real Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June Days,
Funky Four + One,
Goldenarms,
Fad Gadget,
Deepchord,
Swell Maps,
H. Thieme,
Skarface,
La Düsseldorf,
Minnie Riperton,
The Birthday Party,
Absolute Body Control,
Althea and Donna,
Faraquet,
The Residents,
Yazoo,
The Blackbyrds,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Stereo Dub,
Sound Behaviour,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Black Bananas,
These Immortal Souls,
Isaac Hayes,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Hardrive,
Bizarre Inc.,
Niagra,
Terry Callier,
Ronnie Foster,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lyres,
Unwound,
The Stooges,
Gerry Rafferty,
Dual Sessions,
Jimmy McGriff,
Rapeman,
DJ Style,
Todd Terry,
Anakelly,
X-Ray Spex,
Monolake,
Marc Almond,
The Knickerbockers,
Minutemen,
Harpers Bizarre,
Public Image Ltd.,
Lindisfarne,
Quadrant,
Alton Ellis,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Offenders,
MC5,
Model 500,
Barclay James Harvest,
Minny Pops,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sparks,
Quantec,
Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew.
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.