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 Bhutan and from Tokyo.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Michael McDonald 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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu to the grunge 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 Lalann. All the underground hits.
All Cybotron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television Personalities record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bauhaus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick May,
Alice Coltrane,
The Divine Comedy,
Popol Vuh,
Rosa Yemen,
U.S. Maple,
The Walker Brothers,
The Mojo Men,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Animal Collective,
Warsaw,
The Index,
Tim Buckley,
The Selecter,
Eurythmics,
Sun Ra,
Angry Samoans,
The Knickerbockers,
Kaleidoscope,
Reuben Wilson,
Pylon,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
the Germs,
Con Funk Shun,
The American Breed,
Moss Icon,
Robert Görl,
Rekid,
Outsiders,
Lou Reed,
Nik Kershaw,
Mission of Burma,
Whodini,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Durutti Column,
Bang On A Can,
The Techniques,
LL Cool J,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Curtis Mayfield,
Archie Shepp,
Erasure,
R.M.O.,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Remains,
Surgeon,
Fat Boys,
Scan 7,
Buzzcocks,
Royal Trux,
Groovy Waters,
Soulsonic Force,
The Standells,
New York Dolls,
These Immortal Souls,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Michelle Simonal,
Quando Quango,
The Dead C,
Crispian St. Peters,
Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins.
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.