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 Chad 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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Intrusion to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Newcleus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every cv313 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chris & Cosey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Faust,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Mojo Men,
Youth Brigade,
The Standells,
Hasil Adkins,
Steve Hackett,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Slits,
These Immortal Souls,
The Count Five,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Pantytec,
Cameo,
PIL,
Archie Shepp,
Scientists,
Grey Daturas,
James Chance & The Contortions,
the Human League,
Terry Callier,
K-Klass,
X-Ray Spex,
Gabor Szabo,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Yazoo,
Saccharine Trust,
Hashim,
John Coltrane,
Davy DMX,
A Certain Ratio,
Jeff Lynne,
Arthur Verocai,
The Misunderstood,
The Fall,
Mars,
Brass Construction,
Nico,
Cecil Taylor,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Kaleidoscope,
MC5,
The Fortunes,
Masters at Work,
Black Bananas,
Sugar Minott,
Rites of Spring,
Motorama,
The Associates,
Mantronix,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Vainqueur,
Mo-Dettes,
Alton Ellis,
The Dave Clark Five,
X-102,
Scratch Acid,
Gang of Four,
Ponytail,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton.
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.