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 New Zealand and from Tehran.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Glasgow.
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 synthesizer 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 Stiv Bators to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Pere Ubu. All the underground hits.
All The Young Rascals tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Buzzcocks 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Procol Harum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Dorothy Ashby,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lyres,
The Happenings,
Jandek,
Junior Murvin,
Lakeside,
Ultravox,
Monks,
Vladislav Delay,
Barry Ungar,
Bootsy Collins,
Livin' Joy,
Public Enemy,
Television,
Au Pairs,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Birthday Party,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Girls At Our Best!,
Charles Mingus,
Fad Gadget,
Cymande,
Suburban Knight,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Knickerbockers,
Arthur Verocai,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Max Romeo,
Schoolly D,
MDC,
Harmonia,
Soul Sonic Force,
Black Bananas,
Intrusion,
Magma,
Rekid,
Joe Finger,
Heaven 17,
Skaos,
Guru Guru,
cv313,
Joey Negro,
Black Sheep,
JFA,
Brass Construction,
Cluster,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Evens,
Aswad,
Quadrant,
Tubeway Army,
Delon & Dalcan,
Procol Harum,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sun City Girls,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls.
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.