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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Salvador.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 synthesizer 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 DJ Sneak to the electroclash 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 Bluetip. All the underground hits.
All The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 48th St. Collective 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nik Kershaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Knickerbockers,
Sugar Minott,
the Association,
Half Japanese,
The Wake,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Matthew Bourne,
Rapeman,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ohio Players,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
In Retrospect,
Y Pants,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bronski Beat,
Jandek,
Albert Ayler,
Fela Kuti,
JFA,
kango's stein massive,
Archie Shepp,
Skaos,
The Human League,
Eric Copeland,
Graham Central Station,
Rotary Connection,
Drive Like Jehu,
Spandau Ballet,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Barclay James Harvest,
10cc,
Black Sheep,
Funky Four + One,
The Real Kids,
Chris Corsano,
the Normal,
The Electric Prunes,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Average White Band,
Bobby Sherman,
Drexciya,
The Saints,
Organ,
Carl Craig,
Boredoms,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
KRS-One,
Radio Birdman,
The Fire Engines,
Television Personalities,
Lee Hazlewood,
Schoolly D,
The Walker Brothers,
Fatback Band,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Outsiders,
The Index,
Sound Behaviour,
Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley.
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.