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 Brazil and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Qualms to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Country Joe & The Fish. All the underground hits.
All Nik Kershaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Flesh Eaters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pantytec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb 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 Shadows of Knight,
Minutemen,
Jeff Mills,
Hardrive,
Essential Logic,
The Modern Lovers,
48th St. Collective,
Cybotron,
Mantronix,
Bill Near,
The Invisible,
DJ Style,
Spoonie Gee,
Harry Pussy,
Qualms,
the Soft Cell,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Kerrie Biddell,
Barclay James Harvest,
Aaron Thompson,
Monks,
Skriet,
Japan,
Chrome,
Rhythm & Sound,
Babytalk,
Soulsonic Force,
Shuggie Otis,
Vladislav Delay,
Lakeside,
The Litter,
Mo-Dettes,
The Fortunes,
The Doobie Brothers,
Aural Exciters,
the Association,
The Neon Judgement,
Goldenarms,
Moby Grape,
Pussy Galore,
Skaos,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Kurtis Blow,
David Axelrod,
John Cale,
DJ Sneak,
Camouflage,
The Velvet Underground,
The Residents,
Accadde A,
Delta 5,
Public Enemy,
The Names,
The Detroit Cobras,
New Age Steppers,
kango's stein massive,
Stockholm Monsters,
Robert Görl,
Ituana,
Sun City Girls,
Alison Limerick,
Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet.
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.