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 Cambodia and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 oboe 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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Beau Brummels. All the underground hits.
All Erykah Badu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Invisible 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Richard Hell and the Voidoids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Foxx,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
China Crisis,
Bronski Beat,
The Detroit Cobras,
Outsiders,
Moby Grape,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
DJ Style,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Absolute Body Control,
The Red Krayola,
Henry Cow,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bang On A Can,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Carl Craig,
Dead Boys,
The Fire Engines,
Bad Manners,
MC5,
Symarip,
Gang of Four,
Anthony Braxton,
Nick Fraelich,
The New Christs,
Pantaleimon,
Sister Nancy,
ABBA,
Model 500,
Be Bop Deluxe,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Vainqueur,
In Retrospect,
The Sonics,
Section 25,
Anakelly,
Black Sheep,
Donald Byrd,
Stereo Dub,
Alphaville,
Terrestrial Tones,
Oneida,
Rapeman,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Curtis Mayfield,
Cheater Slicks,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Modern Lovers,
Duran Duran,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Moss Icon,
The Gap Band,
Ultravox,
10cc,
Lucky Dragons,
The Litter,
The Searchers,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Isaac Hayes,
Freddie Wadling,
Nico,
Steve Hackett,
Heaven 17,
Faust, Faust, Faust, Faust.
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.