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 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Cameo 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 Juan Atkins. All the underground hits.
All Easy Going tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vainqueur record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pop Group record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joensuu 1685,
Kevin Saunderson,
Zero Boys,
Sällskapet,
Crooked Eye,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Soulsonic Force,
Arthur Verocai,
the Swans,
June of 44,
Bizarre Inc.,
Jawbox,
Lungfish,
Monolake,
The Birthday Party,
Graham Central Station,
Amazonics,
Arab on Radar,
T. Rex,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Dead Boys,
Tom Boy,
DJ Style,
Mr. Review,
Funky Four + One,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Moody Blues,
Subhumans,
The Selecter,
The Slackers,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Soft Cell,
JFA,
Deepchord,
the Association,
Amon Düül II,
EPMD,
Kas Product,
Mars,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Gang Starr,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ken Boothe,
Sarah Menescal,
Connie Case,
Qualms,
Darondo,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sixth Finger,
The Gun Club,
the Germs,
Goldenarms,
Radiohead,
Banda Bassotti,
John Holt,
Adolescents,
The Beau Brummels,
Suburban Knight,
Motorama,
Glenn Branca,
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.