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 Korea South and from Copenhagen.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Erasure to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Louis and Bebe Barron. All the underground hits.
All the Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blancmange record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pop Group record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sparks,
Kevin Saunderson,
Grey Daturas,
Infiniti,
Joensuu 1685,
Duran Duran,
Sight & Sound,
Guru Guru,
Lightning Bolt,
Goldenarms,
Mandrill,
Barrington Levy,
Lower 48,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Eric Copeland,
Franke,
D'Angelo,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ohio Players,
Monks,
The Names,
Rites of Spring,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Gun Club,
L. Decosne,
Robert Görl,
James White and The Blacks,
The Pop Group,
The Cure,
Godley & Creme,
The Grass Roots,
DJ Sneak,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Saccharine Trust,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Cybotron,
Erykah Badu,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Fire Engines,
Gang Gang Dance,
Easy Going,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
X-Ray Spex,
Blossom Toes,
U.S. Maple,
Kas Product,
The Neon Judgement,
Sun Ra,
Electric Light Orchestra,
This Heat,
June Days,
Bobby Byrd,
Lakeside,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sonic Youth,
R.M.O.,
Chris Corsano,
Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band.
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.