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 Mexico and from New York.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Tom Verlaine 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 West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 David McCallum. All the underground hits.
All Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faraquet 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 Stiv Bators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Wake,
Avey Tare,
Pharoah Sanders,
Cecil Taylor,
The Saints,
The Divine Comedy,
Rotary Connection,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Intrusion,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Dave Gahan,
John Coltrane,
Popol Vuh,
Goldenarms,
Rakim,
Lakeside,
Black Pus,
Khruangbin,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Mandrill,
The Stooges,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ultimate Spinach,
Eli Mardock,
Slave,
Main Source,
The Count Five,
Wire,
Pet Shop Boys,
Negative Approach,
One Last Wish,
Amazonics,
Althea and Donna,
Radio Birdman,
David Bowie,
Young Marble Giants,
Sandy B,
Radiohead,
The Fuzztones,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Pop Group,
Rapeman,
Graham Central Station,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
JFA,
Nas,
Cluster,
Groovy Waters,
Minny Pops,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Raincoats,
Electric Prunes,
the Association,
Harmonia,
The Martian,
Patti Smith,
Gastr Del Sol,
Maleditus Sound,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sugar Minott,
Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones.
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.