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 Japan and from Stockholm.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 linndrum 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 Tears for Fears to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Livin' Joy. All the underground hits.
All Infiniti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Guru Guru 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes 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 snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Chris & Cosey,
Easy Going,
The Vogues,
Junior Murvin,
Neil Young,
Big Daddy Kane,
Cameo,
Tommy Roe,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sexual Harrassment,
Lyres,
Aaron Thompson,
Mantronix,
Eurythmics,
Amazonics,
Warsaw,
Lindisfarne,
The Smiths,
JFA,
Grauzone,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Tres Demented,
Whodini,
Can,
the Bar-Kays,
The Misunderstood,
Gang Gang Dance,
UT,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lalo Schifrin,
Joy Division,
Ituana,
Television,
Marine Girls,
Brand Nubian,
Mo-Dettes,
The Standells,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Roy Ayers,
Pharoah Sanders,
Kayak,
Tim Buckley,
Procol Harum,
Lucky Dragons,
Pulsallama,
Throbbing Gristle,
Delon & Dalcan,
Depeche Mode,
Au Pairs,
Pantytec,
The Fortunes,
Mission of Burma,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Traffic Nightmare,
Barry Ungar,
Barbara Tucker,
Hot Snakes,
Wasted Youth,
Camberwell Now,
Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran.
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.