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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Toronto.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 linndrum 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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Larry & the Blue Notes. All the underground hits.
All Urselle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Big Daddy Kane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Trumans Water record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fall,
Black Pus,
Mantronix,
The Birthday Party,
Funkadelic,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Eve St. Jones,
Sugar Minott,
The Offenders,
Cameo,
Ossler,
Ituana,
Derrick Morgan,
Blancmange,
Pierre Henry,
Ornette Coleman,
Stockholm Monsters,
Freddie Wadling,
Aloha Tigers,
Dead Boys,
Archie Shepp,
Moby Grape,
Hardrive,
Mark Hollis,
Subhumans,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Television Personalities,
Minor Threat,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Iggy Pop,
John Holt,
Isaac Hayes,
Electric Prunes,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Blossom Toes,
The Dirtbombs,
The Monochrome Set,
Skarface,
Idris Muhammad,
The Gap Band,
Rites of Spring,
Youth Brigade,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Funky Four + One,
Con Funk Shun,
The Dead C,
Quadrant,
Sam Rivers,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Marc Almond,
Todd Rundgren,
Eric B and Rakim,
China Crisis,
Stiv Bators,
Shoche,
LL Cool J,
Chrome,
Sex Pistols,
Zero Boys,
Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon.
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.