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 Nicaragua and from Halifax.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Tubeway Army to the disco 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 Moss Icon. All the underground hits.
All Skriet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Easy Going 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes 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 sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fluxion,
Derrick May,
The Human League,
JFA,
Nick Fraelich,
kango's stein massive,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Audionom,
ABBA,
It's A Beautiful Day,
These Immortal Souls,
The Gories,
Fela Kuti,
The Blackbyrds,
Gang Starr,
The New Christs,
Cymande,
8 Eyed Spy,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Monolake,
Television Personalities,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Skatalites,
X-101,
Idris Muhammad,
Lebanon Hanover,
Albert Ayler,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Radiohead,
Aural Exciters,
Man Eating Sloth,
Shoche,
Index,
Los Fastidios,
Fatback Band,
Henry Cow,
Skarface,
Mo-Dettes,
DNA,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ten City,
Sight & Sound,
Eric Dolphy,
Lungfish,
The Zeros,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Black Sheep,
Lucky Dragons,
Black Pus,
The Count Five,
Pussy Galore,
The Stooges,
Tres Demented,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Yellowson,
AZ,
Joe Smooth,
Crooked Eye,
Tim Buckley,
The Modern Lovers,
Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall.
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.