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 Morocco and from Madrid.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Wasted Youth to the techno 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme. All the underground hits.
All The Stooges tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Style record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tim Buckley 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?
The Electric Prunes,
Whodini,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Martian,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Half Japanese,
Nick Fraelich,
Ludus,
Vainqueur,
Y Pants,
the Swans,
The Red Krayola,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
June of 44,
Bush Tetras,
Skriet,
Alphaville,
Bobby Womack,
Index,
Josef K,
Marshall Jefferson,
Anakelly,
Ituana,
David Bowie,
Masters at Work,
Rosa Yemen,
Public Enemy,
Bootsy Collins,
The Shadows of Knight,
Monolake,
The Real Kids,
The Durutti Column,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Slick Rick,
Massinfluence,
Lucky Dragons,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Leaves,
Ultimate Spinach,
World's Most,
Oblivians,
Easy Going,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Jeff Mills,
Steve Hackett,
Niagra,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Black Pus,
Ten City,
Sun Ra,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
La Düsseldorf,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sound Behaviour,
Underground Resistance,
Ponytail,
The Associates,
JFA,
The Neon Judgement,
Rhythm & Sound,
Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis.
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.