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 Iraq and from Milan.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft to the funk 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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade. All the underground hits.
All Fatback Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fuzztones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Isaac Hayes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eurythmics,
Ponytail,
Niagra,
Agent Orange,
Yazoo,
Maurizio,
Toni Rubio,
Boredoms,
The Birthday Party,
Yellowson,
The Martian,
Grauzone,
Jeff Mills,
Drexciya,
Blake Baxter,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Zero Boys,
Bizarre Inc.,
Joensuu 1685,
Soul II Soul,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ultimate Spinach,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Visage,
Pulsallama,
Model 500,
Theoretical Girls,
Eve St. Jones,
X-101,
It's A Beautiful Day,
DJ Sneak,
Dennis Brown,
Brand Nubian,
James White and The Blacks,
Joe Finger,
Albert Ayler,
ABC,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Adolescents,
Skaos,
Sexual Harrassment,
Nik Kershaw,
Loose Ends,
Bad Manners,
Michelle Simonal,
Babytalk,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
the Germs,
Gabor Szabo,
Donald Byrd,
Tim Buckley,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Anakelly,
Pet Shop Boys,
Nation of Ulysses,
Kaleidoscope,
Popol Vuh,
Yaz,
Television,
Minor Threat,
Deadbeat,
the Swans, the Swans, the Swans, the Swans.
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.