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 Samoa and from Taipei.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Scan 7 to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Ohio Players. All the underground hits.
All The Remains tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Basic Channel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Motorama,
James Chance & The Contortions,
the Bar-Kays,
Nico,
Crispian St. Peters,
Jimmy McGriff,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Gong,
X-102,
Gil Scott Heron,
Shoche,
Howard Jones,
Fluxion,
Sarah Menescal,
Bill Wells,
Lee Hazlewood,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lalann,
Judy Mowatt,
H. Thieme,
Fear,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Ituana,
Deadbeat,
Arcadia,
AZ,
Arthur Verocai,
Connie Case,
Heaven 17,
Joensuu 1685,
The Divine Comedy,
Pole,
Camberwell Now,
The Modern Lovers,
Jawbox,
Ronnie Foster,
Sight & Sound,
Faraquet,
Marine Girls,
DJ Style,
The Velvet Underground,
Kayak,
Drive Like Jehu,
Jerry's Kids,
Metal Thangz,
Pierre Henry,
Al Stewart,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lungfish,
Young Marble Giants,
The Stooges,
Mandrill,
Althea and Donna,
UT,
Derrick Morgan,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Stereo Dub,
Man Eating Sloth,
Anakelly,
Adolescents,
Tim Buckley,
Tres Demented,
Peter & Gordon,
Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance.
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.