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 Benin 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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Pierre Henry to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 8 Eyed Spy. All the underground hits.
All The Neon Judgement tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Main Source 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moby Grape record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
In Retrospect,
The Birthday Party,
The Vogues,
The Star Department,
U.S. Maple,
The Pretty Things,
Pussy Galore,
Neu!,
China Crisis,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Faust,
The New Christs,
Mary Jane Girls,
Spoonie Gee,
Urselle,
Groovy Waters,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Blues Magoos,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Adolescents,
Eden Ahbez,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Livin' Joy,
This Heat,
Con Funk Shun,
The Litter,
Max Romeo,
Skriet,
Reagan Youth,
Warren Ellis,
Michelle Simonal,
Guru Guru,
Crispian St. Peters,
Public Image Ltd.,
Kayak,
The Doors,
Lalann,
FM Einheit,
The Victims,
Leonard Cohen,
Black Moon,
Echospace,
Hasil Adkins,
Johnny Clarke,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Marc Almond,
Banda Bassotti,
Bobby Byrd,
Depeche Mode,
Crash Course in Science,
D'Angelo,
The Associates,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Red Krayola,
Freddie Wadling,
8 Eyed Spy,
Toni Rubio,
Cabaret Voltaire,
10cc,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Thompson Twins,
Todd Terry,
The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men.
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.