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 Mongolia and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Ultramagnetic MC's to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Lyres. All the underground hits.
All The Cowsills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every CMW 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-102 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Divine Comedy,
Jeru the Damaja,
Babytalk,
The Seeds,
Man Eating Sloth,
Drexciya,
Monolake,
Judy Mowatt,
Ronan,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Pretty Things,
Alison Limerick,
Tomorrow,
Mark Hollis,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Essential Logic,
Andrew Hill,
The Human League,
Be Bop Deluxe,
the Human League,
Marc Almond,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Swans,
The United States of America,
The Smoke,
Marvin Gaye,
Throbbing Gristle,
Quando Quango,
The Knickerbockers,
Joy Division,
Royal Trux,
Michelle Simonal,
Iggy Pop,
Slick Rick,
Boz Scaggs,
The Happenings,
Chris Corsano,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Tubeway Army,
Sex Pistols,
New Age Steppers,
The Sonics,
Barrington Levy,
Black Moon,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Fort Wilson Riot,
These Immortal Souls,
Aaron Thompson,
Josef K,
Ohio Players,
Bobby Sherman,
Thompson Twins,
Panda Bear,
LL Cool J,
Maleditus Sound,
Little Man,
Yazoo,
Tres Demented,
Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol.
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.