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 Colombia and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ 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 Heaven 17 to the rock 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 the Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All Kas Product tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oneida record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Grass Roots,
The Young Rascals,
Television Personalities,
Glambeats Corp.,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Star Department,
Rapeman,
The Gap Band,
The Neon Judgement,
Al Stewart,
Nico,
Colin Newman,
Cameo,
Ponytail,
Soft Cell,
Matthew Halsall,
Lalo Schifrin,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Porter Ricks,
Eve St. Jones,
DNA,
AZ,
Blossom Toes,
Black Moon,
Joy Division,
Crispy Ambulance,
Jeff Lynne,
Hoover,
Junior Murvin,
Todd Rundgren,
Jandek,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Seeds,
David McCallum,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Alphaville,
Bang On A Can,
Flamin' Groovies,
Cymande,
Essential Logic,
Simply Red,
Judy Mowatt,
Mark Hollis,
Johnny Clarke,
Ken Boothe,
Robert Hood,
Sister Nancy,
The Smoke,
The Gun Club,
Kerri Chandler,
The Fortunes,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sixth Finger,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Last Poets,
Flash Fearless,
Man Eating Sloth,
David Axelrod,
Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale.
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.