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 Guatemala and from Lyon.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the organ 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 X-101 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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids. All the underground hits.
All Jeru the Damaja tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Y Pants 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bluetip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fall,
John Cale,
The Sonics,
The Vogues,
Erykah Badu,
Mad Mike,
The Barracudas,
Al Stewart,
Lower 48,
Sonny Sharrock,
Aswad,
Sound Behaviour,
Nils Olav,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Matthew Bourne,
Archie Shepp,
Von Mondo,
The Residents,
Gabor Szabo,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Remains,
Blossom Toes,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Rites of Spring,
Roy Ayers,
Minutemen,
JFA,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
8 Eyed Spy,
Stetsasonic,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Fire Engines,
Aural Exciters,
The Skatalites,
Nico,
Howard Jones,
Grauzone,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Altered Images,
Radio Birdman,
Throbbing Gristle,
Eric B and Rakim,
Technova,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Arab on Radar,
Parry Music,
Bill Near,
MC5,
The Misunderstood,
T. Rex,
Angry Samoans,
Barry Ungar,
Terrestrial Tones,
Tres Demented,
Organ,
Q65,
Tommy Roe,
Johnny Clarke,
The Cramps,
Franke,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Pharoah Sanders,
Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters.
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.