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 Qatar and from Winnipeg.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 clarinet 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 London Community Gospel Choir to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Smog. All the underground hits.
All Sandy B tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Germs 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harmonia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doors,
Icehouse,
OOIOO,
The Real Kids,
Schoolly D,
The Leaves,
Alphaville,
The Blues Magoos,
Gabor Szabo,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sonic Youth,
Danielle Patucci,
The Busters,
DJ Style,
Duran Duran,
John Cale,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
a-ha,
Radiohead,
Negative Approach,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Yusef Lateef,
Con Funk Shun,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Shoche,
Bootsy Collins,
Johnny Clarke,
Stereo Dub,
Eden Ahbez,
The Durutti Column,
The Dave Clark Five,
Junior Murvin,
Suburban Knight,
FM Einheit,
June of 44,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Gap Band,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Frankie Knuckles,
Thee Headcoats,
Magma,
Gichy Dan,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Toasters,
Barrington Levy,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Tremeloes,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Clear Light,
Black Moon,
Grandmaster Flash,
Wings,
Erasure,
Ralphi Rosario,
F. McDonald,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Fad Gadget,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Minor Threat,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Yaz, Yaz, Yaz, Yaz.
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.