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 Finland and from Paris.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Radiopuhelimet to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Black Dice. All the underground hits.
All Oppenheimer Analysis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fuzztones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fuzztones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mark Hollis,
Donald Byrd,
Ice-T,
The Pretty Things,
ABC,
The Moody Blues,
Crash Course in Science,
Lower 48,
The Victims,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Seeds,
Robert Hood,
UT,
The Tremeloes,
Sandy B,
Stetsasonic,
Arab on Radar,
The Flesh Eaters,
Patti Smith,
Reuben Wilson,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Grauzone,
Von Mondo,
Eddi Front,
Qualms,
David Axelrod,
Zero Boys,
Hasil Adkins,
Tres Demented,
Sexual Harrassment,
Slick Rick,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Nils Olav,
Youth Brigade,
Cymande,
Pet Shop Boys,
10cc,
Anakelly,
Al Stewart,
Todd Rundgren,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Absolute Body Control,
Loose Ends,
Albert Ayler,
Johnny Osbourne,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ornette Coleman,
Soul Sonic Force,
Blake Baxter,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Little Man,
Sun City Girls,
Los Fastidios,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Wake,
Easy Going,
D'Angelo,
Sound Behaviour,
Moebius,
Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig.
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.