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 South Sudan and from Tokyo.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Lalann to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Soulsonic Force. All the underground hits.
All The Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aural Exciters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Absolute Body Control record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Whodini,
Franke,
Black Flag,
The Velvet Underground,
Oblivians,
Technova,
The Birthday Party,
Eric B and Rakim,
Procol Harum,
Quando Quango,
Kas Product,
Terrestrial Tones,
Flash Fearless,
Neu!,
Iggy Pop,
Mars,
Quantec,
Laurel Aitken,
Freddie Wadling,
Idris Muhammad,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Judy Mowatt,
Bauhaus,
The Index,
Oneida,
Second Layer,
Ronan,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sällskapet,
The Moody Blues,
Black Pus,
Wolf Eyes,
Wire,
Albert Ayler,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Pretty Things,
Icehouse,
Swell Maps,
Mission of Burma,
Lindisfarne,
Lightning Bolt,
Scott Walker,
The Zeros,
Black Bananas,
Blake Baxter,
Archie Shepp,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Audionom,
The Buckinghams,
Gang of Four,
Das Ding,
Amon Düül II,
Depeche Mode,
Erykah Badu,
Drexciya,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Blues Magoos,
EPMD,
Hot Snakes,
The Gladiators,
Isaac Hayes,
Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells.
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.