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 South Africa and from Winnipeg.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 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 Jeff Mills to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Interpol. All the underground hits.
All Harmonia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mark Hollis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Popol Vuh record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cybotron,
Matthew Bourne,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Chrome,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Black Bananas,
Deakin,
Laurel Aitken,
Zapp,
Basic Channel,
Oneida,
Gregory Isaacs,
Supertramp,
Jeff Mills,
The Wake,
Sarah Menescal,
Todd Terry,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Count Five,
Blancmange,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Boredoms,
The Five Americans,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Man Eating Sloth,
Symarip,
Bush Tetras,
This Heat,
Ten City,
Eddi Front,
Lungfish,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Gong,
The Buckinghams,
Stiv Bators,
The Invisible,
Henry Cow,
Johnny Osbourne,
Minutemen,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Scientists,
Peter and Kerry,
Morten Harket,
The Residents,
Guru Guru,
The Misunderstood,
Simply Red,
The Divine Comedy,
Terrestrial Tones,
Electric Prunes,
Dennis Brown,
Swans,
Charles Mingus,
Bobby Womack,
the Soft Cell,
Mission of Burma,
Desert Stars,
Von Mondo,
The Cramps,
Camouflage,
Tomorrow,
Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart.
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.