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 Syria and from Mumbai.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 theremin 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 Cluster to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Visage. All the underground hits.
All Kaleidoscope tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spandau Ballet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Association record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Hood,
Letta Mbulu,
Depeche Mode,
Country Teasers,
AZ,
Youth Brigade,
Wings,
Soul II Soul,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Cybotron,
Gang Starr,
Pylon,
Lalo Schifrin,
Glambeats Corp.,
Rites of Spring,
48th St. Collective,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
the Sonics,
The Buckinghams,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Man Parrish,
Anthony Braxton,
David Bowie,
The Zeros,
Josef K,
the Association,
Brand Nubian,
JFA,
Visage,
Sarah Menescal,
Johnny Clarke,
Fugazi,
Ponytail,
Roy Ayers,
Fatback Band,
Darondo,
Tears for Fears,
Rotary Connection,
Second Layer,
Bad Manners,
Radiopuhelimet,
Yazoo,
Magma,
June Days,
Index,
Flipper,
Hardrive,
The Real Kids,
Girls At Our Best!,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Gong,
The Gap Band,
Bill Wells,
Duran Duran,
Echospace,
Liliput,
Black Moon,
Oblivians,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Knickerbockers,
The New Christs,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Doors, The Doors, The Doors, The Doors.
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.