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 Cyprus and from Shanghai.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 linndrum 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 The Young Rascals to the punk 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 Moss Icon. All the underground hits.
All Delta 5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Alarm Clocks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fuzztones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Massinfluence,
The Detroit Cobras,
John Lydon,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ronan,
Quadrant,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Hot Snakes,
Thompson Twins,
The Associates,
Faraquet,
Dead Boys,
Jandek,
Duran Duran,
Metal Thangz,
Laurel Aitken,
Fluxion,
kango's stein massive,
The Music Machine,
The Sonics,
The Gun Club,
Porter Ricks,
Surgeon,
Thee Headcoats,
the Human League,
The Tremeloes,
Ultravox,
Black Pus,
Radio Birdman,
Spandau Ballet,
Throbbing Gristle,
Moby Grape,
Letta Mbulu,
Angry Samoans,
Harpers Bizarre,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Kurtis Blow,
Bobby Sherman,
Traffic Nightmare,
Susan Cadogan,
Erasure,
Sandy B,
The Invisible,
Sun City Girls,
The Angels of Light,
Television Personalities,
Bob Dylan,
Mr. Review,
The Move,
Zero Boys,
Hardrive,
Marcia Griffiths,
Avey Tare,
Eve St. Jones,
Cheater Slicks,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lakeside,
The Last Poets,
David McCallum,
Mars,
Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter.
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.