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 Liechtenstein and from Glasgow.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 808 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 Throbbing Gristle 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 Urselle. All the underground hits.
All Easy Going tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delta 5 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eden Ahbez record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Evens,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Saccharine Trust,
Trumans Water,
Cymande,
Roger Hodgson,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Residents,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Clear Light,
Sun City Girls,
The Smoke,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sonny Sharrock,
Silicon Teens,
Donny Hathaway,
Prince Buster,
Scan 7,
Lower 48,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sonic Youth,
B.T. Express,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Tropical Tobacco,
Pantaleimon,
Vladislav Delay,
Basic Channel,
Isaac Hayes,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Black Pus,
Steve Hackett,
The Five Americans,
Lightning Bolt,
Bang On A Can,
Joensuu 1685,
Soul Sonic Force,
F. McDonald,
Grey Daturas,
UT,
Duran Duran,
The Dead C,
Curtis Mayfield,
Kerrie Biddell,
John Foxx,
Eric Dolphy,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Popol Vuh,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Tomorrow,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
New York Dolls,
Fear,
Danielle Patucci,
The Stooges,
Derrick May,
Barclay James Harvest,
Gong,
Toni Rubio,
Oneida,
The Durutti Column,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
ABC,
CMW,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo.
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.