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 Cambodia and from Hong Kong.
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 Columbus and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 theremin 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 Young Marble Giants to the punk 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 Kevin Saunderson. All the underground hits.
All Frankie Knuckles tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joensuu 1685 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a London Community Gospel Choir record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
DJ Sneak,
Ultra Naté,
Angry Samoans,
The Mojo Men,
The Gladiators,
Sonic Youth,
Darondo,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Scientists,
The Zeros,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Searchers,
Half Japanese,
Matthew Halsall,
Q and Not U,
Neu!,
Janne Schatter,
Roger Hodgson,
Sarah Menescal,
MDC,
Johnny Osbourne,
Big Daddy Kane,
Excepter,
The Leaves,
Fatback Band,
Kerri Chandler,
Mo-Dettes,
Unrelated Segments,
Lungfish,
Dorothy Ashby,
Vladislav Delay,
Country Teasers,
Ronan,
Amazonics,
Kayak,
Von Mondo,
The Skatalites,
The Trojans,
Loose Ends,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Pretty Things,
8 Eyed Spy,
Rosa Yemen,
The Slackers,
Dennis Brown,
The Angels of Light,
The Techniques,
Royal Trux,
Grandmaster Flash,
Index,
John Holt,
The Durutti Column,
The Index,
The Red Krayola,
Charles Mingus,
Man Eating Sloth,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Tremeloes,
John Coltrane,
Pylon,
The Gap Band,
the Germs, the Germs, the Germs, the Germs.
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.