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 Italy and from Milan.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 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 Davy DMX to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Jeff Mills. All the underground hits.
All Desert Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Max Romeo 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lizzy Mercier Descloux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Section 25,
Mandrill,
Bobby Womack,
Dave Gahan,
Soft Cell,
Gastr Del Sol,
DNA,
Camberwell Now,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Residents,
the Slits,
Frankie Knuckles,
Erykah Badu,
Mantronix,
The Wake,
Main Source,
Cameo,
Eric B and Rakim,
Brick,
Amazonics,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Quando Quango,
Erasure,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Marvin Gaye,
Television,
10cc,
Roxy Music,
Lou Christie,
Wire,
Brass Construction,
Stiv Bators,
ABC,
Glenn Branca,
The Motions,
The Techniques,
Model 500,
Chris & Cosey,
Severed Heads,
Lucky Dragons,
Nils Olav,
Scrapy,
Clear Light,
James White and The Blacks,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Seeds,
Black Sheep,
Piero Umiliani,
Soul Sonic Force,
Gerry Rafferty,
Buzzcocks,
The New Christs,
Letta Mbulu,
Deakin,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Pretty Things,
Ultravox,
The Grass Roots,
Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow.
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.