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 Algeria and from Delhi.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 spring reverb 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 Drexciya to the techno 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 Be Bop Deluxe. All the underground hits.
All James Chance & The Contortions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Bowie record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Golliwogs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doors,
Aaron Thompson,
Dawn Penn,
the Soft Cell,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sun Ra,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
June Days,
Television Personalities,
Bluetip,
the Swans,
Juan Atkins,
Chrome,
The Young Rascals,
Ralphi Rosario,
Todd Terry,
Peter and Kerry,
Sexual Harrassment,
Accadde A,
Stetsasonic,
Lou Reed,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Iggy Pop,
Chris Corsano,
Isaac Hayes,
The Kinks,
the Fania All-Stars,
Derrick May,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sonic Youth,
Gregory Isaacs,
Dual Sessions,
Underground Resistance,
The Moleskins,
John Cale,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Dead Boys,
Todd Rundgren,
ABC,
Radiohead,
Severed Heads,
Kurtis Blow,
Tropical Tobacco,
New Order,
The Music Machine,
The Gladiators,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
China Crisis,
Malaria!,
Youth Brigade,
Joyce Sims,
The Motions,
Tim Buckley,
Tommy Roe,
The Sonics,
Black Bananas,
Scrapy,
MC5,
Lucky Dragons,
Essential Logic,
Leonard Cohen,
Pere Ubu,
Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers.
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.