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 Belarus and from Jakarta.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Accra.
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 spring reverb 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 Section 25 to the grunge 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 Peter & Gordon. All the underground hits.
All Popol Vuh tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gap Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a a-ha record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Curtis Mayfield,
L. Decosne,
Morten Harket,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Au Pairs,
Frankie Knuckles,
Pet Shop Boys,
Pierre Henry,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The American Breed,
Maurizio,
Wings,
Monolake,
Don Cherry,
New Age Steppers,
Simply Red,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Little Man,
Whodini,
Mantronix,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The United States of America,
Buzzcocks,
Thompson Twins,
The Flesh Eaters,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Y Pants,
Robert Wyatt,
Slave,
Deakin,
Eve St. Jones,
Prince Buster,
Talk Talk,
Nation of Ulysses,
Tears for Fears,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Fluxion,
The Modern Lovers,
Drive Like Jehu,
Cluster,
The Knickerbockers,
Letta Mbulu,
Depeche Mode,
Crispian St. Peters,
Duran Duran,
The Divine Comedy,
The Searchers,
Dual Sessions,
Schoolly D,
Joey Negro,
The Saints,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Inner City,
Stereo Dub,
Ultimate Spinach,
Godley & Creme,
The Black Dice,
Ralphi Rosario,
Scott Walker,
DJ Style,
June of 44,
Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra.
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.