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 Suriname and from Winnipeg.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Manchester.
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 linndrum 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 Ossler to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Chrome. All the underground hits.
All June of 44 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Hood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Letta Mbulu,
H. Thieme,
Rod Modell,
Sister Nancy,
Unwound,
DJ Sneak,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Victims,
The Wake,
Scientists,
Harmonia,
This Heat,
ABC,
Monolake,
Y Pants,
The Star Department,
The Selecter,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
New Age Steppers,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Dennis Brown,
the Human League,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Simply Red,
Kevin Saunderson,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Pierre Henry,
The Leaves,
Sällskapet,
A Certain Ratio,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Altered Images,
Peter & Gordon,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bootsy Collins,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Offenders,
Ossler,
Agent Orange,
Radio Birdman,
Nico,
Cymande,
The Slackers,
Alison Limerick,
X-Ray Spex,
The Gap Band,
Alton Ellis,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Byron Stingily,
Delta 5,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Mary Jane Girls,
Fatback Band,
Minny Pops,
Gang of Four,
Black Moon,
Vladislav Delay,
Sixth Finger,
Main Source,
John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane.
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.