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 United Kingdom and from Mexico City.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 clarinet 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 The Zeros to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Average White Band. All the underground hits.
All Selector Dub Narcotic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brand Nubian 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television Personalities record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rites of Spring,
The Happenings,
Black Sheep,
Radio Birdman,
Jeff Mills,
Leonard Cohen,
Deakin,
Soft Machine,
Yaz,
Slave,
The Motions,
Black Moon,
Rakim,
The Star Department,
Nirvana,
Guru Guru,
Hardrive,
The Last Poets,
The Monochrome Set,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Monks,
Laurel Aitken,
Marshall Jefferson,
Hashim,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ludus,
Patti Smith,
Sun City Girls,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Rufus Thomas,
MC5,
The Kinks,
Johnny Osbourne,
Peter and Kerry,
Electric Prunes,
Jeff Lynne,
Camberwell Now,
Joey Negro,
Funkadelic,
Stiv Bators,
Mantronix,
Animal Collective,
Blancmange,
Judy Mowatt,
Fear,
Barbara Tucker,
Procol Harum,
Albert Ayler,
U.S. Maple,
Pylon,
the Soft Cell,
Letta Mbulu,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Idris Muhammad,
Glenn Branca,
Nation of Ulysses,
Wire,
The Gun Club,
Todd Rundgren,
The Blackbyrds,
Ituana,
Model 500,
Neu!,
Underground Resistance,
The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement.
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.