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 Nauru and from Beijing.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Woodstock.
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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Birthday Party to the electroclash 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 Nik Kershaw. All the underground hits.
All Kango’s Stein Massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nirvana 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Gang Dance,
Panda Bear,
Sonic Youth,
The Names,
LL Cool J,
Crime,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Kerrie Biddell,
Gabor Szabo,
Black Sheep,
Suicide,
James White and The Blacks,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Victims,
Archie Shepp,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Aaron Thompson,
Gang Green,
Intrusion,
Brass Construction,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Electric Prunes,
Icehouse,
Fad Gadget,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Evens,
Aural Exciters,
UT,
Ponytail,
June of 44,
Yazoo,
Ultravox,
Pierre Henry,
Bob Dylan,
Deepchord,
Das Ding,
Sound Behaviour,
Tomorrow,
Erykah Badu,
Vladislav Delay,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Johnny Clarke,
Deakin,
Depeche Mode,
Kurtis Blow,
Barry Ungar,
Nation of Ulysses,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Shoche,
Connie Case,
Ituana,
Eve St. Jones,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Crispian St. Peters,
John Foxx,
A Certain Ratio,
Mr. Review,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Aswad,
Grandmaster Flash,
Q65,
Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead.
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.