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 Malta and from Cairo.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 ABBA to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Carl Craig. All the underground hits.
All Byron Stingily tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reuben Wilson 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tubeway Army record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scrapy,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
LL Cool J,
The American Breed,
Gastr Del Sol,
Morten Harket,
Lakeside,
Inner City,
K-Klass,
Minnie Riperton,
The Sound,
The Gun Club,
David Bowie,
Moebius,
Joe Smooth,
Crime,
The Smoke,
Wasted Youth,
Theoretical Girls,
The Blackbyrds,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Babytalk,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Faraquet,
Pantaleimon,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Slits,
Amon Düül II,
Groovy Waters,
Joensuu 1685,
The Stooges,
The Happenings,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Los Fastidios,
Kerri Chandler,
Severed Heads,
Delta 5,
Bauhaus,
Idris Muhammad,
Outsiders,
Peter and Kerry,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Rapeman,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Newcleus,
The Move,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Nik Kershaw,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Beau Brummels,
Jawbox,
Radiohead,
Gang Green,
Radio Birdman,
Silicon Teens,
The Doors,
Massinfluence,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Offenders,
Amazonics,
Tears for Fears,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible.
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.