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 Woodstock.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Holger Czukay 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 B.T. Express to the electroclash 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 Aaron Thompson. All the underground hits.
All Ohio Players tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jawbox 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 linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yusef Lateef record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magazine,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Gang Gang Dance,
Index,
Tom Boy,
Television,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Model 500,
The Wake,
China Crisis,
June of 44,
John Foxx,
Ralphi Rosario,
Pet Shop Boys,
Chris Corsano,
Brand Nubian,
Bobby Byrd,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Babytalk,
Gastr Del Sol,
CMW,
Eurythmics,
Liliput,
Ituana,
Gong,
Severed Heads,
The Names,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Remains,
David Axelrod,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Delon & Dalcan,
Albert Ayler,
Goldenarms,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
a-ha,
Warsaw,
B.T. Express,
Wings,
Pantaleimon,
Flash Fearless,
Don Cherry,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Fat Boys,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Stereo Dub,
Symarip,
Robert Hood,
The Motions,
Reuben Wilson,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Donald Byrd,
The Blackbyrds,
Max Romeo,
Can,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Knickerbockers,
the Soft Cell,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Evens,
Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone.
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.