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 Azerbaijan and from Bremen.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 snare 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 Avey Tare to the rap 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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo. All the underground hits.
All Gang Green tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Gang Dance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aural Exciters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Leaves,
The Count Five,
Rakim,
Dark Day,
Duran Duran,
Ultimate Spinach,
Nick Fraelich,
the Germs,
Gichy Dan,
Essential Logic,
Joensuu 1685,
Brass Construction,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Joe Finger,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Con Funk Shun,
Letta Mbulu,
Sex Pistols,
Ken Boothe,
UT,
EPMD,
The Move,
Pagans,
Blake Baxter,
David McCallum,
ABBA,
Metal Thangz,
Stereo Dub,
Ultra Naté,
Drexciya,
Sarah Menescal,
Parry Music,
Scratch Acid,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Joe Smooth,
The Remains,
Angry Samoans,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Gladiators,
Terrestrial Tones,
Adolescents,
Eurythmics,
Blancmange,
Todd Rundgren,
Scrapy,
The Trojans,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Animal Collective,
Kerri Chandler,
the Human League,
F. McDonald,
The Divine Comedy,
China Crisis,
Tommy Roe,
Procol Harum,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Anakelly,
Soul II Soul,
Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson.
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.