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 Rwanda and from Mexico City.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 spring reverb 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 New Order to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Association. All the underground hits.
All The American Breed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every K-Klass record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Beau Brummels record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum 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?
World's Most,
Frankie Knuckles,
Nas,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Nation of Ulysses,
Joy Division,
Soft Machine,
Spandau Ballet,
MC5,
Crash Course in Science,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Gerry Rafferty,
Nick Fraelich,
The Monochrome Set,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Soulsonic Force,
Nils Olav,
Tres Demented,
The Fire Engines,
The Cramps,
John Cale,
EPMD,
Icehouse,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Tommy Roe,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Curtis Mayfield,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Fuzztones,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Agitation Free,
the Bar-Kays,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Kaleidoscope,
Jeru the Damaja,
Magma,
Saccharine Trust,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Brothers Johnson,
Robert Hood,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Skaos,
Skarface,
The Moody Blues,
Brick,
Sound Behaviour,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Doors,
Rosa Yemen,
The Gories,
Kerrie Biddell,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Pole,
Zapp,
Black Flag,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Dead Boys,
Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen.
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.