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 Sudan and from Salvador.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 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 Mantronix to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Jandek. All the underground hits.
All Malaria! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gabor Szabo 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scan 7 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brothers Johnson,
Lalann,
UT,
Reuben Wilson,
Bob Dylan,
Whodini,
Con Funk Shun,
Radio Birdman,
H. Thieme,
Flash Fearless,
Cybotron,
Monolake,
Agent Orange,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Monks,
Josef K,
Ossler,
Soulsonic Force,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Pulsallama,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sound Behaviour,
Pantytec,
Peter & Gordon,
Albert Ayler,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Rekid,
Barbara Tucker,
Qualms,
Sexual Harrassment,
Tears for Fears,
Groovy Waters,
The Happenings,
Bill Wells,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sonic Youth,
Basic Channel,
The Blackbyrds,
Joy Division,
the Slits,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Eli Mardock,
Don Cherry,
Jacques Brel,
Model 500,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Magma,
The Detroit Cobras,
Kayak,
Circle Jerks,
Sparks,
Wasted Youth,
EPMD,
Jesper Dahlback,
Dorothy Ashby,
Deakin,
Joyce Sims,
Danielle Patucci,
Lightning Bolt,
The Smiths,
Theoretical Girls,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Q65, Q65, Q65, Q65.
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.