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 Madagascar and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Winnipeg.
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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Cabaret Voltaire 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 OOIOO. All the underground hits.
All LL Cool J tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pierre Henry 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kango’s Stein Massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron 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 Selecter,
Colin Newman,
Andrew Hill,
Dave Gahan,
Toni Rubio,
Cecil Taylor,
Bluetip,
Man Eating Sloth,
Public Image Ltd.,
Soulsonic Force,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Invisible,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The American Breed,
Moss Icon,
cv313,
Bronski Beat,
The Young Rascals,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Eve St. Jones,
Cluster,
PIL,
Subhumans,
Television,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Neon Judgement,
Electric Prunes,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Mars,
This Heat,
Duran Duran,
The Dave Clark Five,
the Human League,
Mad Mike,
Eli Mardock,
Neil Young,
The Dirtbombs,
Derrick Morgan,
Brass Construction,
Stiv Bators,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Kinks,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Fugazi,
Underground Resistance,
Minor Threat,
Cybotron,
Echospace,
Susan Cadogan,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The United States of America,
Essential Logic,
Boogie Down Productions,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Deepchord,
Ludus,
Scrapy,
John Foxx,
Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas.
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.