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 Portugal and from Tehran.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Jacob Miller to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 James White and The Blacks. All the underground hits.
All Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Royal Family And The Poor 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gregory Isaacs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bush Tetras,
Aural Exciters,
Chris & Cosey,
Quadrant,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Procol Harum,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Walker Brothers,
The Techniques,
Quando Quango,
X-Ray Spex,
Niagra,
Lebanon Hanover,
Gang Gang Dance,
Lungfish,
the Soft Cell,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Thee Headcoats,
Monolake,
Piero Umiliani,
Robert Görl,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Radio Birdman,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bobby Byrd,
Alphaville,
Scientists,
Metal Thangz,
John Holt,
Depeche Mode,
Davy DMX,
Clear Light,
Roxette,
Soft Machine,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Music Machine,
Public Image Ltd.,
Drexciya,
These Immortal Souls,
Gang Starr,
Altered Images,
Ohio Players,
Jerry's Kids,
Dual Sessions,
Slave,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Fuzztones,
The Kinks,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
OOIOO,
Lou Reed,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Lyres,
Moss Icon,
The Gories,
Alison Limerick,
Q65,
a-ha,
Tommy Roe,
the Human League,
48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective.
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.