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 Comoros and from Columbus.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Joe Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Stereo Dub tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pere Ubu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Barracudas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ponytail,
Porter Ricks,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Black Sheep,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bill Wells,
Mo-Dettes,
Kurtis Blow,
Audionom,
Skarface,
Mandrill,
The Walker Brothers,
The Alarm Clocks,
Alphaville,
Delta 5,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ice-T,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bill Near,
Cybotron,
Goldenarms,
David Bowie,
Robert Görl,
Rod Modell,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sandy B,
Alice Coltrane,
Con Funk Shun,
Charles Mingus,
The Mojo Men,
Flipper,
Agitation Free,
Fatback Band,
A Certain Ratio,
PIL,
Funkadelic,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Siglo XX,
Technova,
Blossom Toes,
Minny Pops,
Anthony Braxton,
Joe Finger,
Wolf Eyes,
Idris Muhammad,
Cameo,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Japan,
One Last Wish,
The Count Five,
JFA,
This Heat,
Toni Rubio,
Icehouse,
The Happenings,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
DJ Sneak,
Kas Product,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee.
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.