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 Malaysia and from Accra.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Ultimate Spinach to the disco 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 Jesper Dahlbäck. All the underground hits.
All The Smoke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mighty Diamonds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gerry Rafferty record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Coltrane,
the Normal,
Blossom Toes,
Cybotron,
These Immortal Souls,
The Moody Blues,
X-102,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
48th St. Collective,
Fad Gadget,
Monks,
the Human League,
Tubeway Army,
Drive Like Jehu,
Arab on Radar,
Ultravox,
The Victims,
Kurtis Blow,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Kevin Saunderson,
Funky Four + One,
Dead Boys,
Supertramp,
Amon Düül II,
Flamin' Groovies,
Idris Muhammad,
The Real Kids,
The Associates,
China Crisis,
Heaven 17,
Angry Samoans,
Roy Ayers,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lou Reed,
Cymande,
Saccharine Trust,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Laurel Aitken,
Kerrie Biddell,
Thompson Twins,
Public Image Ltd.,
Kas Product,
Lower 48,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Stockholm Monsters,
Inner City,
Faraquet,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Flesh Eaters,
Terrestrial Tones,
Khruangbin,
The Monochrome Set,
Aural Exciters,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sun Ra,
Quantec,
Archie Shepp,
Das Ding,
Bootsy Collins,
Ohio Players,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti.
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.