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 Nauru and from Stockholm.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Mexico City.
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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Barry Ungar 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 The Busters. All the underground hits.
All Wire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dave Clark Five 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Duran Duran record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sonics,
Ituana,
Little Man,
Freddie Wadling,
Suicide,
U.S. Maple,
Robert Wyatt,
Joy Division,
Derrick May,
The Young Rascals,
Theoretical Girls,
Bush Tetras,
ABBA,
A Certain Ratio,
Connie Case,
Tears for Fears,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Wake,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Half Japanese,
10cc,
Unrelated Segments,
Charles Mingus,
Section 25,
David Axelrod,
The Offenders,
The Neon Judgement,
Pulsallama,
cv313,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Rosa Yemen,
The Electric Prunes,
The Golliwogs,
Yusef Lateef,
Marc Almond,
Ronan,
Traffic Nightmare,
Smog,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Cal Tjader,
Bill Wells,
Pierre Henry,
John Holt,
JFA,
Aswad,
Soul II Soul,
Brothers Johnson,
Grandmaster Flash,
Peter and Kerry,
Depeche Mode,
Yazoo,
Moebius,
Dawn Penn,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Fat Boys,
Popol Vuh,
Interpol,
Rufus Thomas,
James White and The Blacks,
Quantec, Quantec, Quantec, Quantec.
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.