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 Palau and from Madrid.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Cosmic Jokers to the crunk 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 Lungfish. All the underground hits.
All the Germs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Richard Hell and the Voidoids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hardrive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magma,
Urselle,
Average White Band,
Max Romeo,
The Modern Lovers,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Danielle Patucci,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Real Kids,
Rekid,
Neil Young,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Clear Light,
E-Dancer,
Unrelated Segments,
Kas Product,
The Remains,
Audionom,
Dead Boys,
Roxy Music,
Bad Manners,
Minor Threat,
The Pop Group,
The Knickerbockers,
the Fania All-Stars,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Hoover,
Roy Ayers,
Soulsonic Force,
Marvin Gaye,
Gregory Isaacs,
B.T. Express,
Letta Mbulu,
Fela Kuti,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Jacob Miller,
Lower 48,
The Dirtbombs,
Tres Demented,
Smog,
Barry Ungar,
Kenny Larkin,
JFA,
Reagan Youth,
Peter & Gordon,
Symarip,
The Raincoats,
T.S.O.L.,
Susan Cadogan,
Fluxion,
The Mummies,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Cowsills,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Wally Richardson,
Shuggie Otis,
The Martian,
Von Mondo,
Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks.
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.