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 Azerbaijan and from Toronto.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 808 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 T. Rex to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Television Personalities. All the underground hits.
All The Victims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rakim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 10cc record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fear,
Duran Duran,
Infiniti,
Das Ding,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Maleditus Sound,
Bill Near,
Flamin' Groovies,
Connie Case,
Quadrant,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Pierre Henry,
Stockholm Monsters,
Johnny Clarke,
B.T. Express,
David Axelrod,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Moody Blues,
Dennis Brown,
Robert Wyatt,
The Doors,
Ohio Players,
Henry Cow,
KRS-One,
New York Dolls,
Alice Coltrane,
Kayak,
Sister Nancy,
Brass Construction,
Mark Hollis,
Todd Terry,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Monks,
Ralphi Rosario,
Blossom Toes,
T.S.O.L.,
Barry Ungar,
Jacques Brel,
Crispian St. Peters,
Wasted Youth,
Minutemen,
Chris & Cosey,
Rites of Spring,
Magazine,
Gang Starr,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Skatalites,
Gang Gang Dance,
E-Dancer,
Lakeside,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Icehouse,
Bobby Byrd,
Jawbox,
Yaz,
Derrick May,
Nils Olav,
Fat Boys,
Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat.
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.