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 Papua New Guinea and from Copenhagen.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the snare 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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Human League. All the underground hits.
All the Bar-Kays tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül II record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ice-T record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Niagra,
The Evens,
David Bowie,
Chris & Cosey,
Pet Shop Boys,
Eden Ahbez,
Nirvana,
The Motions,
Vainqueur,
Barbara Tucker,
the Germs,
EPMD,
Simply Red,
The Pretty Things,
Au Pairs,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Section 25,
Carl Craig,
Throbbing Gristle,
Josef K,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Nils Olav,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Johnny Osbourne,
Interpol,
The Move,
The Saints,
Shuggie Otis,
The Vogues,
The Busters,
Eric Dolphy,
Byron Stingily,
Andrew Hill,
Jandek,
Bobby Sherman,
Flamin' Groovies,
Stetsasonic,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Iggy Pop,
Bad Manners,
Black Bananas,
Ultra Naté,
Intrusion,
Delon & Dalcan,
Scion,
Michelle Simonal,
The Count Five,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Television Personalities,
Heaven 17,
The Modern Lovers,
Bill Near,
Average White Band,
Negative Approach,
Skarface,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ronnie Foster,
Trumans Water,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Jacques Brel,
The Doors, The Doors, The Doors, The Doors.
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.