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 Niger and from Calgary.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 synthesizer 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 The Mummies to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Kas Product. All the underground hits.
All Visage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faraquet 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oppenheimer Analysis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minutemen,
Spoonie Gee,
Niagra,
June Days,
Brick,
Rekid,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Seeds,
Brothers Johnson,
Young Marble Giants,
Bill Near,
Bob Dylan,
B.T. Express,
Joy Division,
Ituana,
Sixth Finger,
Masters at Work,
Panda Bear,
The Monochrome Set,
Bizarre Inc.,
Bang On A Can,
The Evens,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Harmonia,
Mission of Burma,
The Pop Group,
Avey Tare,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lightning Bolt,
Radio Birdman,
Deakin,
The Misunderstood,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Loose Ends,
the Association,
Barry Ungar,
Dave Gahan,
Wire,
PIL,
The Human League,
Negative Approach,
Lindisfarne,
Fort Wilson Riot,
the Normal,
Darondo,
Sister Nancy,
The Leaves,
Derrick May,
Matthew Halsall,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Drive Like Jehu,
Blossom Toes,
kango's stein massive,
Porter Ricks,
Tears for Fears,
Mark Hollis,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Glenn Branca,
Maleditus Sound,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lee Hazlewood,
Oblivians,
Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama.
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.