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 Luxembourg and from Tehran.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 808 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 Surgeon to the punk 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 The Detroit Cobras. All the underground hits.
All The Music Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Finger 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cowsills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Idris Muhammad,
Susan Cadogan,
Amon Düül,
The Monochrome Set,
Boredoms,
Adolescents,
The Zeros,
Grauzone,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Kerrie Biddell,
Dorothy Ashby,
Wasted Youth,
Kurtis Blow,
Man Eating Sloth,
Guru Guru,
Max Romeo,
Mary Jane Girls,
PIL,
cv313,
Joyce Sims,
Neil Young,
Glambeats Corp.,
the Normal,
Judy Mowatt,
Oblivians,
The Blues Magoos,
Funkadelic,
kango's stein massive,
The Barracudas,
Crispy Ambulance,
New York Dolls,
The Music Machine,
Johnny Clarke,
Drexciya,
Lee Hazlewood,
ABBA,
Gang Green,
The Sonics,
Fear,
JFA,
David Axelrod,
Sixth Finger,
The Monks,
Depeche Mode,
Mandrill,
Skarface,
Urselle,
The Wake,
The Fugs,
The Mummies,
Maleditus Sound,
Bluetip,
China Crisis,
The Gun Club,
The Dead C,
Dawn Penn,
Gerry Rafferty,
New Order,
Lou Reed,
The Doors,
Howard Jones,
Barbara Tucker,
Wally Richardson,
The Black Dice,
Neu!, Neu!, Neu!, Neu!.
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.