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 Spain and from Manchester.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 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 Ultra Naté to the jazz 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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Cheater Slicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Accadde A record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minny Pops record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swans,
Tommy Roe,
Lebanon Hanover,
Hoover,
The Searchers,
Bobby Sherman,
The Saints,
New York Dolls,
These Immortal Souls,
Dorothy Ashby,
Bob Dylan,
The Kinks,
Gang Green,
Black Bananas,
Intrusion,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bill Near,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Peter & Gordon,
Quadrant,
Rod Modell,
Marvin Gaye,
Cymande,
Ken Boothe,
Heaven 17,
E-Dancer,
The New Christs,
Deadbeat,
Half Japanese,
Wally Richardson,
Cheater Slicks,
The Cure,
Ultra Naté,
The J.B.'s,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lou Reed,
Howard Jones,
Radio Birdman,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Public Enemy,
China Crisis,
Janne Schatter,
Crispian St. Peters,
Model 500,
Pharoah Sanders,
Agent Orange,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Pantaleimon,
Mission of Burma,
The Dirtbombs,
DJ Style,
Patti Smith,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Ice-T,
Jeff Lynne,
New Age Steppers,
Traffic Nightmare,
Lucky Dragons,
Cluster,
Godley & Creme,
Brand Nubian,
Country Teasers,
Darondo,
The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers.
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.