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 Venezuela and from Spokane.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Toronto.
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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Pole to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Lalann. All the underground hits.
All Trumans Water tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joensuu 1685 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 linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Panda Bear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Searchers,
The Moleskins,
The United States of America,
Gichy Dan,
The Last Poets,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Main Source,
Tom Boy,
Public Enemy,
Dead Boys,
The Slackers,
JFA,
Johnny Clarke,
Los Fastidios,
Silicon Teens,
Archie Shepp,
Sandy B,
The Smoke,
The Knickerbockers,
Bobby Byrd,
Maurizio,
Agitation Free,
Pere Ubu,
Organ,
Arab on Radar,
Stockholm Monsters,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Porter Ricks,
Eurythmics,
Crispian St. Peters,
Curtis Mayfield,
Jacob Miller,
Derrick Morgan,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Wake,
Drexciya,
Jandek,
Minny Pops,
Urselle,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Tears for Fears,
Soul II Soul,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Skatalites,
The Move,
Ponytail,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Unrelated Segments,
K-Klass,
Amon Düül,
Crooked Eye,
Wings,
The Index,
Angry Samoans,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Stereo Dub,
The Vogues,
Bush Tetras,
Deakin,
Girls At Our Best!,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville.
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.