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 Tuvalu and from Edmonton.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Joe Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Malaria! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flash Fearless record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Subhumans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The J.B.'s,
The Fugs,
Skarface,
Graham Central Station,
Con Funk Shun,
Quadrant,
The Mummies,
Underground Resistance,
The Last Poets,
Main Source,
Sound Behaviour,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Blake Baxter,
Fluxion,
Girls At Our Best!,
Nik Kershaw,
Popol Vuh,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Fugazi,
Rekid,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Porter Ricks,
Stockholm Monsters,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Kenny Larkin,
The Names,
Pet Shop Boys,
This Heat,
Judy Mowatt,
The United States of America,
Goldenarms,
The Victims,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
These Immortal Souls,
DNA,
Boz Scaggs,
Shoche,
Funky Four + One,
Joy Division,
Cymande,
The Cramps,
La Düsseldorf,
Babytalk,
Eurythmics,
Khruangbin,
Sister Nancy,
Thompson Twins,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Evens,
CMW,
Minor Threat,
Pere Ubu,
Gang Green,
Sugar Minott,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Rufus Thomas,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sällskapet,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Flipper,
Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound.
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.