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 Tanzania and from Jakarta.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 spring reverb 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 the Germs to the jazz 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 Sonic Youth. All the underground hits.
All Stiv Bators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharoah Sanders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet 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 Dirtbombs,
Barclay James Harvest,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
X-102,
Idris Muhammad,
Youth Brigade,
Agent Orange,
The Happenings,
Bad Manners,
Pantytec,
Underground Resistance,
Severed Heads,
Flash Fearless,
Loose Ends,
Sixth Finger,
Adolescents,
Frankie Knuckles,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Suburban Knight,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Warsaw,
Flipper,
Tubeway Army,
Bob Dylan,
Yusef Lateef,
Morten Harket,
Tomorrow,
Eric B and Rakim,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Don Cherry,
Hardrive,
Shoche,
Dennis Brown,
X-Ray Spex,
Curtis Mayfield,
Arcadia,
The Human League,
Gang of Four,
Deakin,
Mad Mike,
Television Personalities,
Marshall Jefferson,
Stereo Dub,
Ultravox,
Minnie Riperton,
Bootsy Collins,
New Order,
Negative Approach,
Juan Atkins,
Andrew Hill,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Michelle Simonal,
Robert Hood,
The Tremeloes,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sugar Minott,
Zero Boys,
Scan 7,
Brick, Brick, Brick, Brick.
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.