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 Macedonia and from Spokane.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 snare 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 Supertramp to the grime 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 New Order. All the underground hits.
All The Fuzztones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Das Ding 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joy Division,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Stereo Dub,
Lebanon Hanover,
Boz Scaggs,
Steve Hackett,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sun Ra,
Gang Green,
Scratch Acid,
John Coltrane,
Kas Product,
Boogie Down Productions,
Public Enemy,
Roxy Music,
Dark Day,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sex Pistols,
Pylon,
the Fania All-Stars,
Grauzone,
Rotary Connection,
The Offenders,
The Smoke,
UT,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Neon Judgement,
The Modern Lovers,
Colin Newman,
Yaz,
The Sonics,
Tubeway Army,
The Golliwogs,
Suicide,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Skatalites,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Kurtis Blow,
ABBA,
Soft Machine,
Thee Headcoats,
Silicon Teens,
The Misunderstood,
Robert Wyatt,
Desert Stars,
The Monochrome Set,
Echospace,
Massinfluence,
Althea and Donna,
Letta Mbulu,
X-101,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Inner City,
John Holt,
L. Decosne,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Tommy Roe,
Negative Approach,
Electric Prunes,
David Axelrod,
Erasure, Erasure, Erasure, Erasure.
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.