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 Indonesia and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 arpeggiator 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 Man Parrish to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Lightning Bolt. All the underground hits.
All Ludus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cybotron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Cell,
Kaleidoscope,
Ituana,
Cymande,
Glambeats Corp.,
Susan Cadogan,
Motorama,
The Blackbyrds,
Black Flag,
The Vogues,
Joey Negro,
Yaz,
Boredoms,
the Bar-Kays,
Pet Shop Boys,
Girls At Our Best!,
Idris Muhammad,
Harmonia,
Fluxion,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lakeside,
Steve Hackett,
The Saints,
Grey Daturas,
The Moody Blues,
Section 25,
E-Dancer,
John Coltrane,
Subhumans,
Can,
Alison Limerick,
Toni Rubio,
Freddie Wadling,
Von Mondo,
Black Pus,
the Sonics,
Jawbox,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Remains,
The Velvet Underground,
Zapp,
The Martian,
Monolake,
The Gun Club,
Dawn Penn,
Henry Cow,
A Certain Ratio,
Echospace,
Crime,
The Human League,
Rapeman,
Black Moon,
Michelle Simonal,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Erykah Badu,
Tim Buckley,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Deepchord,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Zeros,
Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra.
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.