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 Micronesia and from Spokane.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 rhodes 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 K-Klass to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Gian Franco Pienzio. All the underground hits.
All Pantytec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronnie Foster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aswad record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Qualms,
Pantytec,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Nation of Ulysses,
Public Image Ltd.,
Pierre Henry,
The Doors,
Ken Boothe,
Minny Pops,
The Standells,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Toasters,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Real Kids,
Sunsets and Hearts,
the Human League,
Mad Mike,
Althea and Donna,
Nas,
Funky Four + One,
Neu!,
Hoover,
The Gories,
Underground Resistance,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Hardrive,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Five Americans,
The Knickerbockers,
Spandau Ballet,
Zapp,
The Searchers,
Mission of Burma,
The Monochrome Set,
Peter and Kerry,
Quadrant,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Bauhaus,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The J.B.'s,
Sugar Minott,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Wake,
Stiv Bators,
Newcleus,
Sonny Sharrock,
Youth Brigade,
Moby Grape,
The Durutti Column,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Trumans Water,
Man Parrish,
Radiohead,
The Electric Prunes,
The Zeros,
Roxy Music,
Matthew Halsall,
Bush Tetras,
Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near.
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.