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 Canada and from Copenhagen.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Woodstock.
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 snare 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 Peter & Gordon to the rock 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 The Divine Comedy. All the underground hits.
All Henry Cow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erasure 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nirvana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pop Group,
Von Mondo,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Khruangbin,
Kevin Saunderson,
Stiv Bators,
Faust,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Spandau Ballet,
The Fuzztones,
Gabor Szabo,
Marshall Jefferson,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Wolf Eyes,
Buzzcocks,
The Human League,
Funkadelic,
Graham Central Station,
Soft Machine,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
the Swans,
Maleditus Sound,
DNA,
Thompson Twins,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Section 25,
Kool Moe Dee,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Cowsills,
John Holt,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Five Americans,
Tropical Tobacco,
Crooked Eye,
Accadde A,
New Order,
The Seeds,
Ronan,
The Sound,
Technova,
Easy Going,
Don Cherry,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ken Boothe,
8 Eyed Spy,
the Soft Cell,
Faraquet,
The Shadows of Knight,
Half Japanese,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Mad Mike,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Pantaleimon,
Sex Pistols,
Bauhaus,
Boredoms,
Bush Tetras,
Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players.
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.