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 Johannesburg.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Associates to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Television Personalities. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Mills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Durutti Column 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Panda Bear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Theoretical Girls,
Circle Jerks,
Stockholm Monsters,
Spandau Ballet,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Marine Girls,
Livin' Joy,
The Cramps,
Average White Band,
Monolake,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lalo Schifrin,
Skarface,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Hardrive,
Essential Logic,
T. Rex,
Negative Approach,
Anakelly,
Slick Rick,
Mad Mike,
Bobby Byrd,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Loose Ends,
Matthew Bourne,
Mandrill,
K-Klass,
Pere Ubu,
Thee Headcoats,
The Divine Comedy,
Cal Tjader,
FM Einheit,
Susan Cadogan,
Isaac Hayes,
Desert Stars,
KRS-One,
The Motions,
Sam Rivers,
Lucky Dragons,
The Smiths,
Duran Duran,
Idris Muhammad,
Sandy B,
The Offenders,
Soul Sonic Force,
Kool Moe Dee,
MC5,
Scan 7,
Slave,
Howard Jones,
Malaria!,
Ponytail,
E-Dancer,
Scientists,
Make Up,
Fugazi,
Yaz,
The Doors,
The Buckinghams,
Das Ding,
Patti Smith,
Kayak, Kayak, Kayak, Kayak.
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.