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 Nepal and from Tokyo.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 harpsichord 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 Colin Newman to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Hardrive. All the underground hits.
All Ultimate Spinach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blake Baxter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chrome record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kaleidoscope,
The Remains,
Curtis Mayfield,
Dawn Penn,
Delta 5,
Thompson Twins,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Man Parrish,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Underground Resistance,
Janne Schatter,
Piero Umiliani,
Babytalk,
The Gap Band,
Reagan Youth,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lee Hazlewood,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Count Five,
Iggy Pop,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Severed Heads,
Rhythm & Sound,
Mr. Review,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lungfish,
the Soft Cell,
Sex Pistols,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Wasted Youth,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lakeside,
Eurythmics,
Lyres,
Radiohead,
Index,
Black Flag,
Rakim,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
June of 44,
One Last Wish,
The Move,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Misunderstood,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Parry Music,
Con Funk Shun,
Matthew Halsall,
Deepchord,
kango's stein massive,
Charles Mingus,
A Certain Ratio,
Chris Corsano,
The Star Department,
Echospace,
Morten Harket,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Mad Mike,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
New Age Steppers,
Zero Boys,
The Index, The Index, The Index, The Index.
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.