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 Slovakia and from Tehran.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Scratch Acid to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 DeepChord presents Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Michelle Simonal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marvin Gaye record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Durutti Column,
Sound Behaviour,
The New Christs,
In Retrospect,
X-Ray Spex,
Barclay James Harvest,
Nation of Ulysses,
Grey Daturas,
F. McDonald,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Whodini,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Tremeloes,
Minnie Riperton,
New York Dolls,
Vladislav Delay,
The Index,
The Names,
The Searchers,
Groovy Waters,
Amazonics,
The Human League,
Chris & Cosey,
Panda Bear,
a-ha,
Q65,
Electric Prunes,
Oblivians,
Hot Snakes,
Graham Central Station,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Inner City,
Swans,
John Lydon,
Nick Fraelich,
Morten Harket,
Nils Olav,
Public Enemy,
Byron Stingily,
Neil Young,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Erykah Badu,
Y Pants,
T. Rex,
Roger Hodgson,
Tom Boy,
Marc Almond,
Unrelated Segments,
Flash Fearless,
Desert Stars,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Freddie Wadling,
Juan Atkins,
Moby Grape,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Evens,
Basic Channel,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Pole,
Blancmange,
Kerri Chandler,
Chrome,
The Slackers,
Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin.
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.