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 Brazil and from Glasgow.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 The Pop Group to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Mars. All the underground hits.
All Swell Maps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maurizio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bush Tetras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Clear Light,
R.M.O.,
DJ Sneak,
Von Mondo,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Star Department,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Nico,
Sällskapet,
Tommy Roe,
Mission of Burma,
Lebanon Hanover,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Gladiators,
Mo-Dettes,
The Black Dice,
The Cure,
Ohio Players,
LL Cool J,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
T. Rex,
Joensuu 1685,
Cecil Taylor,
Saccharine Trust,
Q65,
The Doors,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
D'Angelo,
The Real Kids,
Ten City,
Ken Boothe,
Johnny Clarke,
The Victims,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Mummies,
Fugazi,
Severed Heads,
Ronnie Foster,
Chrome,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Dave Gahan,
Bobbi Humphrey,
the Human League,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bad Manners,
Robert Wyatt,
The Misunderstood,
Robert Hood,
Nik Kershaw,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Arthur Verocai,
Skarface,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Smoke,
Rites of Spring,
Gabor Szabo,
Deakin,
The United States of America,
Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work.
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.