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 Latvia and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 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 ABBA to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Moebius. All the underground hits.
All Tears for Fears tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Underground Resistance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arab on Radar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fluxion,
Royal Trux,
Clear Light,
John Lydon,
Pierre Henry,
Matthew Bourne,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sixth Finger,
Symarip,
Kool Moe Dee,
Gang of Four,
Drive Like Jehu,
Robert Görl,
Kas Product,
Sällskapet,
Mandrill,
Smog,
Rosa Yemen,
UT,
Lakeside,
Gong,
Lou Reed,
Nirvana,
Althea and Donna,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Frankie Knuckles,
Joy Division,
Harry Pussy,
The Golliwogs,
Basic Channel,
Supertramp,
Boz Scaggs,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Happenings,
Donald Byrd,
Dead Boys,
The United States of America,
Mission of Burma,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Pere Ubu,
The Monks,
The Star Department,
Chrome,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Blake Baxter,
Todd Terry,
Aural Exciters,
Talk Talk,
New Order,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Pylon,
Pantaleimon,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Jesper Dahlback,
Rhythm & Sound,
Crash Course in Science,
Ralphi Rosario,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots.
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.