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 Iceland and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the guitar 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 Schoolly D to the disco 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 Man Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Wolf Eyes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Colin Newman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Easy Going record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terrestrial Tones,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Gang of Four,
The Residents,
Wire,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Audionom,
The Electric Prunes,
Procol Harum,
Ituana,
The Names,
Suburban Knight,
David Axelrod,
Crispy Ambulance,
Swell Maps,
Babytalk,
Robert Görl,
the Soft Cell,
Monks,
Nico,
Eddi Front,
Qualms,
Bronski Beat,
Magma,
Funkadelic,
Scion,
The Real Kids,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Junior Murvin,
The Gories,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Henry Cow,
Sonny Sharrock,
Shoche,
Half Japanese,
The Golliwogs,
Stockholm Monsters,
Glambeats Corp.,
Section 25,
Laurel Aitken,
Monolake,
Visage,
ABBA,
Kaleidoscope,
Lou Christie,
Ken Boothe,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Cal Tjader,
Harmonia,
Saccharine Trust,
Bobby Byrd,
Radio Birdman,
Black Moon,
Sun City Girls,
Erykah Badu,
Pylon,
UT,
Can,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T.
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.