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 Czech Republic and from Jakarta.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Vaughan Mason & Crew to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Nation of Ulysses. All the underground hits.
All Ash Ra Tempel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yellowson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Whodini record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zapp,
Cymande,
Minny Pops,
The Dave Clark Five,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Terrestrial Tones,
Intrusion,
Dead Boys,
Massinfluence,
X-101,
Animal Collective,
Eric Dolphy,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Charles Mingus,
Kas Product,
Derrick May,
cv313,
Morten Harket,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Alphaville,
It's A Beautiful Day,
UT,
Procol Harum,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Shoche,
The Move,
The Kinks,
Chrome,
Dorothy Ashby,
Black Pus,
Buzzcocks,
Organ,
Qualms,
Newcleus,
Barclay James Harvest,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Buckinghams,
Neu!,
Yaz,
Moss Icon,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Radiopuhelimet,
Brick,
Jerry's Kids,
Basic Channel,
Nils Olav,
FM Einheit,
Eric B and Rakim,
Erasure,
Erykah Badu,
Maleditus Sound,
Isaac Hayes,
June of 44,
Patti Smith,
Cameo,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Minor Threat,
Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip.
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.