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 Dominica and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Little Man to the dance 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 The Invisible. All the underground hits.
All Albert Ayler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sugar Minott 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Flock of Seagulls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sex Pistols,
Girls At Our Best!,
Silicon Teens,
The Electric Prunes,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Make Up,
Ultra Naté,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Red Krayola,
X-102,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lyres,
Neu!,
Ludus,
F. McDonald,
Freddie Wadling,
Jeff Mills,
Wolf Eyes,
Babytalk,
Tim Buckley,
Lee Hazlewood,
Wasted Youth,
Oblivians,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Groovy Waters,
The Toasters,
The Star Department,
Eric Copeland,
Connie Case,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Godley & Creme,
Skriet,
Slick Rick,
The Count Five,
Ituana,
Man Parrish,
The Real Kids,
Pharoah Sanders,
Patti Smith,
Janne Schatter,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Rites of Spring,
Hoover,
Alison Limerick,
Fat Boys,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Niagra,
Gerry Rafferty,
Circle Jerks,
Gang Starr,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Echospace,
Minor Threat,
Amazonics,
The Fall,
Al Stewart,
One Last Wish,
UT,
Duran Duran,
the Bar-Kays,
Excepter,
Morten Harket,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks.
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.