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 Serbia and from Accra.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 synthesizer 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 Fear to the electroclash 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 Hot Snakes. All the underground hits.
All Main Source tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry's Kids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ituana,
The Mummies,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Move,
the Soft Cell,
Pet Shop Boys,
Danielle Patucci,
The Happenings,
Inner City,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Nas,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Delon & Dalcan,
CMW,
OOIOO,
Gregory Isaacs,
Moebius,
Marvin Gaye,
the Sonics,
EPMD,
Spoonie Gee,
Trumans Water,
Subhumans,
Gang Gang Dance,
Cluster,
Lucky Dragons,
Kaleidoscope,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Althea and Donna,
Reagan Youth,
Roy Ayers,
The Evens,
The Young Rascals,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Kenny Larkin,
Godley & Creme,
Soulsonic Force,
The Index,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Aural Exciters,
The Smoke,
Nils Olav,
The Real Kids,
Cymande,
Suicide,
The Dave Clark Five,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Marc Almond,
In Retrospect,
Rufus Thomas,
Grey Daturas,
The Slits,
Quando Quango,
Lightning Bolt,
Rapeman,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Lungfish,
The Martian,
Anthony Braxton,
Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus.
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.