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 Israel and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Jacob Miller to the punk 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 Kinks. All the underground hits.
All Popol Vuh tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Selector Dub Narcotic 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Techniques record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pierre Henry,
Suicide,
Rod Modell,
Robert Hood,
Visage,
Quantec,
Country Teasers,
A Certain Ratio,
Erasure,
The Divine Comedy,
Mars,
Bobby Sherman,
Radiohead,
Public Image Ltd.,
Funkadelic,
Derrick May,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Jesper Dahlback,
Erykah Badu,
The Litter,
Q65,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Gladiators,
The Names,
Mission of Burma,
The Vogues,
Judy Mowatt,
Boogie Down Productions,
Oneida,
Harry Pussy,
Josef K,
Delta 5,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lee Hazlewood,
Pulsallama,
Television Personalities,
Quando Quango,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Mandrill,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Fortunes,
Ponytail,
Rosa Yemen,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Aaron Thompson,
Colin Newman,
Laurel Aitken,
Basic Channel,
Todd Terry,
Sonny Sharrock,
Pantytec,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Kerri Chandler,
EPMD,
Pole,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bauhaus,
The Seeds,
Saccharine Trust,
Barbara Tucker,
Neu!,
AZ, AZ, AZ, AZ.
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.