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 Kuwait and from Woodstock.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Warren Ellis to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Los Fastidios. All the underground hits.
All Rhythm & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brass Construction record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a CMW record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bauhaus,
Pylon,
Dual Sessions,
Fatback Band,
The Shadows of Knight,
Max Romeo,
Stockholm Monsters,
Jerry's Kids,
Saccharine Trust,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Aloha Tigers,
Tropical Tobacco,
Eric Dolphy,
The New Christs,
Skriet,
Josef K,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Harry Pussy,
Jandek,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Nils Olav,
James Chance & The Contortions,
FM Einheit,
Tim Buckley,
Animal Collective,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Shoche,
Cameo,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Drexciya,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Mummies,
Kenny Larkin,
Zapp,
Agent Orange,
Man Parrish,
Grey Daturas,
The Litter,
the Bar-Kays,
Zero Boys,
Leonard Cohen,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sarah Menescal,
Cymande,
New Order,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Don Cherry,
Robert Hood,
Ludus,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Ash Ra Tempel,
La Düsseldorf,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Wally Richardson,
David McCallum,
Gregory Isaacs,
Deepchord,
Soft Cell,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sonny Sharrock,
Echospace,
Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys.
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.