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 Peru and from New York.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 chamberlin 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 Sly & The Family Stone to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Velvet Underground. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Hutcherson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Golliwogs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bizarre Inc. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Saints,
The Last Poets,
The Smiths,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Doors,
Bobby Byrd,
Isaac Hayes,
Tommy Roe,
The Litter,
Gang Green,
Barbara Tucker,
Soulsonic Force,
The Leaves,
Pylon,
Eric Dolphy,
John Foxx,
Althea and Donna,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
KRS-One,
Morten Harket,
Rites of Spring,
Los Fastidios,
Sam Rivers,
Ossler,
Urselle,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
A Certain Ratio,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Japan,
Nirvana,
Babytalk,
8 Eyed Spy,
Popol Vuh,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Associates,
Alison Limerick,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Tremeloes,
Neu!,
Harpers Bizarre,
Cybotron,
Camouflage,
Matthew Halsall,
Franke,
The Monochrome Set,
Audionom,
The Selecter,
Supertramp,
Nation of Ulysses,
Godley & Creme,
Hashim,
Deadbeat,
Cecil Taylor,
Joensuu 1685,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Brick,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Niagra,
The Red Krayola,
The Real Kids,
Bob Dylan,
The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice.
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.