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 Winnipeg.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 theremin 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 Intrusion to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Dark Day. All the underground hits.
All Nico tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yaz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vladislav Delay record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Human League,
The Happenings,
The Moody Blues,
Scratch Acid,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
China Crisis,
Drive Like Jehu,
Roger Hodgson,
The Slits,
The Gladiators,
Brothers Johnson,
DJ Sneak,
Gang Starr,
Scrapy,
Minny Pops,
Ituana,
The Gories,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Kayak,
Bizarre Inc.,
Hoover,
Can,
The Blackbyrds,
Television Personalities,
The Slackers,
Main Source,
Cameo,
The Trojans,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Public Enemy,
Isaac Hayes,
Funkadelic,
Khruangbin,
Panda Bear,
Tubeway Army,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Tremeloes,
The Fuzztones,
The Buckinghams,
Bobby Womack,
JFA,
Archie Shepp,
Sonic Youth,
Max Romeo,
Cymande,
Moss Icon,
Radio Birdman,
OOIOO,
kango's stein massive,
Smog,
X-Ray Spex,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Jeff Mills,
Crispy Ambulance,
Malaria!,
Ossler, Ossler, Ossler, Ossler.
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.