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 Nauru and from Spokane.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 clarinet 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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth to the techno 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 Agent Orange. All the underground hits.
All MDC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yellowson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Associates record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Procol Harum,
Quando Quango,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Residents,
Cameo,
Rakim,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Cal Tjader,
Man Parrish,
Absolute Body Control,
Gichy Dan,
48th St. Collective,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Janne Schatter,
Main Source,
Organ,
Alton Ellis,
Section 25,
X-101,
Fad Gadget,
Nico,
The Real Kids,
Maleditus Sound,
Kenny Larkin,
Sun City Girls,
Stiv Bators,
Camberwell Now,
The Kinks,
Pet Shop Boys,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
ABBA,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Interpol,
Ken Boothe,
Ohio Players,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Jeff Mills,
Ice-T,
Nils Olav,
Flamin' Groovies,
Visage,
Joey Negro,
Crooked Eye,
the Human League,
The Standells,
Lower 48,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Television,
Pagans,
the Slits,
Nation of Ulysses,
Wasted Youth,
Marmalade,
Skaos,
Soft Cell,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Saccharine Trust,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen.
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.