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 Ireland and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 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 The Pop Group to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Desert Stars. All the underground hits.
All Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sparks 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cybotron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Panda Bear,
Drexciya,
Brass Construction,
Dave Gahan,
Kerrie Biddell,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Junior Murvin,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Happenings,
The Slits,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Fall,
Young Marble Giants,
Archie Shepp,
The Human League,
Moebius,
Hot Snakes,
The Smiths,
Avey Tare,
Mars,
Main Source,
Malaria!,
Harmonia,
The Blackbyrds,
Moby Grape,
Ornette Coleman,
Albert Ayler,
The Techniques,
Nick Fraelich,
The Mighty Diamonds,
ABC,
The Monks,
Royal Trux,
Morten Harket,
Erykah Badu,
The Music Machine,
John Foxx,
Soft Cell,
The Sonics,
LL Cool J,
Marcia Griffiths,
Lower 48,
The Fire Engines,
X-101,
Lightning Bolt,
Mr. Review,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Deakin,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Mummies,
Country Teasers,
The Cramps,
Unwound,
Minnie Riperton,
FM Einheit,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ohio Players,
The Fuzztones,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs.
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.