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 Austria and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Scratch Acid to the grime 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 Sexual Harrassment. All the underground hits.
All Toni Rubio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mr. Review record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rites of Spring,
Gong,
Outsiders,
Mantronix,
Negative Approach,
the Normal,
Kas Product,
Ultravox,
Sex Pistols,
Supertramp,
The Moody Blues,
The Fall,
Desert Stars,
Aaron Thompson,
Brass Construction,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Busters,
T.S.O.L.,
Das Ding,
Malaria!,
Slick Rick,
10cc,
U.S. Maple,
Little Man,
Duran Duran,
Flamin' Groovies,
Marvin Gaye,
Graham Central Station,
Pet Shop Boys,
Reagan Youth,
The Dave Clark Five,
Minnie Riperton,
Hashim,
Soft Cell,
Soul Sonic Force,
Man Parrish,
Unrelated Segments,
World's Most,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lalo Schifrin,
Kool Moe Dee,
Guru Guru,
Cameo,
Cybotron,
Liliput,
Barry Ungar,
June of 44,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Drexciya,
Groovy Waters,
The Happenings,
Pylon,
The Sonics,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Divine Comedy,
Second Layer,
Oblivians,
Jeff Lynne,
Colin Newman,
cv313,
Excepter,
Donald Byrd,
Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth.
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.