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 Nepal and from Beijing.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Chris & Cosey to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 La Düsseldorf. All the underground hits.
All Max Romeo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Searchers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Basic Channel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dennis Brown,
Joy Division,
Derrick May,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bootsy Collins,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Howard Jones,
Lungfish,
Hoover,
Agent Orange,
The J.B.'s,
The Walker Brothers,
Pulsallama,
Tears for Fears,
Model 500,
Henry Cow,
Von Mondo,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Ultimate Spinach,
the Sonics,
Fad Gadget,
Fluxion,
Moss Icon,
K-Klass,
Q65,
Audionom,
Blossom Toes,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
World's Most,
The Index,
The Residents,
Todd Terry,
Grey Daturas,
Tommy Roe,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Skriet,
The Toasters,
Motorama,
Black Flag,
Monks,
Isaac Hayes,
R.M.O.,
Warsaw,
ABBA,
Suburban Knight,
Reagan Youth,
Graham Central Station,
Johnny Clarke,
Shuggie Otis,
Kurtis Blow,
The American Breed,
It's A Beautiful Day,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Gang Gang Dance,
Joey Negro,
Sound Behaviour,
Letta Mbulu,
Cluster,
Bauhaus,
Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox.
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.