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 Guatemala and from Sao Paulo.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Eli Mardock to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Parry Music. All the underground hits.
All Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Near 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalann 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?
Urselle,
Janne Schatter,
Derrick Morgan,
Eric B and Rakim,
Mars,
Kool Moe Dee,
Model 500,
Malaria!,
the Sonics,
Hoover,
Ultravox,
Cluster,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Index,
Camouflage,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Eve St. Jones,
Dorothy Ashby,
Gichy Dan,
Sarah Menescal,
Shoche,
Mary Jane Girls,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Don Cherry,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Anakelly,
Grandmaster Flash,
Fear,
Sight & Sound,
Yellowson,
Popol Vuh,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Jacob Miller,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Misunderstood,
Hasil Adkins,
In Retrospect,
The Toasters,
Loose Ends,
The Doors,
The Trojans,
Johnny Clarke,
Nation of Ulysses,
Pharoah Sanders,
Grauzone,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Symarip,
8 Eyed Spy,
This Heat,
Radiopuhelimet,
Tears for Fears,
The Neon Judgement,
Jerry's Kids,
Soul Sonic Force,
Alice Coltrane,
Marc Almond,
Robert Wyatt,
Scan 7,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Y Pants,
Rakim,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Last Poets,
Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne.
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.