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 New Zealand and from Manchester.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Depeche Mode to the rap 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 Fat Boys. All the underground hits.
All The Slackers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scientists record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 Leonard Cohen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
London Community Gospel Choir,
Angry Samoans,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Scan 7,
The J.B.'s,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sonic Youth,
Camouflage,
The Angels of Light,
The Beau Brummels,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Maleditus Sound,
10cc,
Yazoo,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Max Romeo,
The Doors,
New Age Steppers,
Black Pus,
David McCallum,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Technova,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Siglo XX,
Negative Approach,
In Retrospect,
Swell Maps,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Graham Central Station,
Crash Course in Science,
Eric Copeland,
K-Klass,
Soul II Soul,
8 Eyed Spy,
ABBA,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Metal Thangz,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lungfish,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Soulsonic Force,
Gregory Isaacs,
Agitation Free,
Todd Rundgren,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Desert Stars,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
D'Angelo,
Roger Hodgson,
Can,
Harmonia,
Pere Ubu,
Erykah Badu,
cv313,
Echospace,
The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice.
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.