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 Uzbekistan and from Mumbai.
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 Philadelphia and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 808 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 Thee Headcoats to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Hasil Adkins. All the underground hits.
All Mark Hollis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crooked Eye 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zapp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oneida,
The Durutti Column,
Chris & Cosey,
The Slits,
Marvin Gaye,
Negative Approach,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Stereo Dub,
Iggy Pop,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Goldenarms,
Loose Ends,
Erykah Badu,
Saccharine Trust,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Mummies,
the Slits,
Minnie Riperton,
The Stooges,
Underground Resistance,
Reuben Wilson,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Thompson Twins,
Harmonia,
Average White Band,
The Monks,
David Axelrod,
Brass Construction,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Kas Product,
Reagan Youth,
Bad Manners,
Eric B and Rakim,
KRS-One,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sarah Menescal,
Massinfluence,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Japan,
Bill Near,
Darondo,
Piero Umiliani,
Henry Cow,
the Soft Cell,
Masters at Work,
Susan Cadogan,
The Gladiators,
Scientists,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Mission of Burma,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Swell Maps,
Procol Harum,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Gun Club,
the Sonics,
Hasil Adkins,
Quando Quango,
Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes.
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.