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 Sudan and from Mexico City.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 chamberlin 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 Pere Ubu to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Tim Buckley. All the underground hits.
All The Walker Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang of Four record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Teasers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Laurel Aitken,
Symarip,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Trojans,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ultra Naté,
Stiv Bators,
The Remains,
Arthur Verocai,
The Velvet Underground,
Joensuu 1685,
Hashim,
Q65,
Alison Limerick,
Fort Wilson Riot,
John Foxx,
Sarah Menescal,
The Angels of Light,
Mark Hollis,
Oneida,
Ponytail,
OOIOO,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Girls At Our Best!,
James White and The Blacks,
kango's stein massive,
The Walker Brothers,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Scientists,
Slick Rick,
Accadde A,
Leonard Cohen,
The Misunderstood,
Audionom,
Delta 5,
Barbara Tucker,
The Skatalites,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Agent Orange,
The Residents,
The Beau Brummels,
LL Cool J,
Sixth Finger,
Nico,
Juan Atkins,
The Star Department,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Associates,
Lakeside,
Altered Images,
Circle Jerks,
Darondo,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Index,
The Monochrome Set,
Schoolly D,
The Tremeloes,
Kaleidoscope,
Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama.
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.