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 Iran and from Salvador.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Dawn Penn to the techno 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 Barclay James Harvest. All the underground hits.
All Vladislav Delay tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aural Exciters 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magazine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cal Tjader,
CMW,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lee Hazlewood,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Deakin,
Nas,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Heaven 17,
The Modern Lovers,
The Cowsills,
Albert Ayler,
Nirvana,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Althea and Donna,
Lightning Bolt,
Porter Ricks,
Crispian St. Peters,
Hardrive,
Pole,
Brick,
The Blues Magoos,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Five Americans,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Mars,
Nico,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Soft Cell,
Reuben Wilson,
Eric Copeland,
Youth Brigade,
Carl Craig,
The Fire Engines,
Harmonia,
DNA,
Neu!,
Terry Callier,
Colin Newman,
Lungfish,
Das Ding,
Ohio Players,
The Monochrome Set,
Lou Christie,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Faraquet,
Mandrill,
Moby Grape,
Banda Bassotti,
The Golliwogs,
Siglo XX,
Judy Mowatt,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Anthony Braxton,
the Human League,
Bronski Beat,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Depeche Mode,
Sun Ra,
Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys.
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.