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 Indonesia and from Madrid.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Gastr Del Sol to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Ten City. All the underground hits.
All Symarip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mad Mike record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bad Manners record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smoke,
Toni Rubio,
Groovy Waters,
The Slits,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Little Man,
Alice Coltrane,
Banda Bassotti,
Ultravox,
The Mojo Men,
Juan Atkins,
The Detroit Cobras,
kango's stein massive,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Television Personalities,
Fela Kuti,
The Martian,
The Slackers,
Dual Sessions,
Donald Byrd,
Matthew Bourne,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Dorothy Ashby,
Crispian St. Peters,
Bronski Beat,
Black Pus,
Jimmy McGriff,
Simply Red,
Ossler,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Babytalk,
Alphaville,
PIL,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Invisible,
Byron Stingily,
Depeche Mode,
The Dead C,
Hasil Adkins,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Steve Hackett,
Yellowson,
Lyres,
Spandau Ballet,
Ralphi Rosario,
FM Einheit,
Ultra Naté,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Can,
The Zeros,
Roy Ayers,
Lalann,
Ice-T,
Main Source,
Agitation Free,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Trumans Water,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Joy Division,
Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts.
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.