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 Jakarta.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Marcia Griffiths to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Wolf Eyes. All the underground hits.
All Major Organ And The Adding Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bizarre Inc. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Easy Going,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Spandau Ballet,
Faraquet,
H. Thieme,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Count Five,
Joy Division,
X-Ray Spex,
Tres Demented,
Ultimate Spinach,
Drexciya,
John Foxx,
The Misunderstood,
Amon Düül,
Sparks,
Simply Red,
Sonic Youth,
The Angels of Light,
The J.B.'s,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Monochrome Set,
Lalo Schifrin,
Erykah Badu,
Bill Wells,
Nirvana,
Shoche,
Jawbox,
Terry Callier,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Vladislav Delay,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Liliput,
Youth Brigade,
ABBA,
Sex Pistols,
Piero Umiliani,
Animal Collective,
Radio Birdman,
These Immortal Souls,
The Victims,
Gastr Del Sol,
Steve Hackett,
the Soft Cell,
Smog,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Yusef Lateef,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Funky Four + One,
cv313,
Y Pants,
Essential Logic,
the Fania All-Stars,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Kenny Larkin,
Flipper,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7.
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.