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 Mozambique and from Manila.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Lou Reed 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 Ash Ra Tempel to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 cv313. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every F. McDonald record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vainqueur,
10cc,
the Slits,
Model 500,
Desert Stars,
The Invisible,
James White and The Blacks,
Half Japanese,
Q65,
Symarip,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
F. McDonald,
Andrew Hill,
Radiohead,
Deakin,
Visage,
Audionom,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Pantytec,
Ronan,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Reagan Youth,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Angry Samoans,
Chris Corsano,
Steve Hackett,
Lakeside,
John Holt,
Lungfish,
Amazonics,
Intrusion,
Cheater Slicks,
Arthur Verocai,
The Toasters,
Los Fastidios,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Zero Boys,
Bluetip,
Radio Birdman,
Marmalade,
R.M.O.,
Ituana,
Jacques Brel,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Television Personalities,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Babytalk,
Eddi Front,
Spoonie Gee,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Country Teasers,
Rapeman,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Smog,
JFA,
Lou Christie,
The Walker Brothers,
Monolake,
Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim.
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.