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 Nigeria and from New York.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Pagans to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Darondo. All the underground hits.
All Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camouflage record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harmonia,
Index,
These Immortal Souls,
Delon & Dalcan,
Drive Like Jehu,
Hardrive,
Monolake,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sam Rivers,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Stockholm Monsters,
MC5,
DJ Style,
Lebanon Hanover,
Danielle Patucci,
The Remains,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Kool Moe Dee,
Boredoms,
Ituana,
Average White Band,
Television,
Eddi Front,
KRS-One,
Althea and Donna,
Massinfluence,
Brick,
Fela Kuti,
Quantec,
Godley & Creme,
Black Flag,
Chrome,
Erasure,
New York Dolls,
Bizarre Inc.,
the Bar-Kays,
Yusef Lateef,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Index,
Johnny Clarke,
Rhythm & Sound,
UT,
The Gun Club,
Lungfish,
The Evens,
Radiohead,
Nik Kershaw,
Mo-Dettes,
Joensuu 1685,
Guru Guru,
The Fire Engines,
Silicon Teens,
Avey Tare,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Gichy Dan,
The Victims,
Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay.
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.