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 Turkmenistan and from London.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 spring reverb 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 James White and The Blacks to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Durutti Column. All the underground hits.
All Deakin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cameo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a cv313 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gories,
Quantec,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sister Nancy,
Wasted Youth,
Monks,
Rufus Thomas,
Connie Case,
Bush Tetras,
One Last Wish,
R.M.O.,
Danielle Patucci,
Cluster,
Country Teasers,
David McCallum,
Cameo,
Josef K,
Tears for Fears,
Silicon Teens,
Deakin,
The Shadows of Knight,
Accadde A,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Angels of Light,
Dual Sessions,
Icehouse,
the Association,
Spandau Ballet,
KRS-One,
Popol Vuh,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Johnny Clarke,
cv313,
Kerri Chandler,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Star Department,
Don Cherry,
Fear,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Divine Comedy,
The Walker Brothers,
Sun City Girls,
The Fugs,
Mars,
Rakim,
The United States of America,
Ponytail,
The Flesh Eaters,
Yusef Lateef,
JFA,
The Wake,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Slackers,
Trumans Water,
Gong,
Yazoo,
Hardrive,
H. Thieme,
Kool Moe Dee,
June of 44,
Isaac Hayes,
Godley & Creme,
Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu.
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.