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 East Timor and from Sao Paulo.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Stockholm.
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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Dark Day to the techno 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 Sparks. All the underground hits.
All The Moleskins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pet Shop Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lakeside record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Prince Buster,
Warsaw,
Juan Atkins,
Amazonics,
Public Enemy,
Massinfluence,
Nation of Ulysses,
Robert Görl,
The Offenders,
Royal Trux,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Gichy Dan,
Symarip,
Eden Ahbez,
Bang On A Can,
Lee Hazlewood,
Goldenarms,
Sonny Sharrock,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Gladiators,
Alphaville,
Dennis Brown,
Pulsallama,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Camouflage,
Ultra Naté,
Godley & Creme,
Lower 48,
The Black Dice,
Kurtis Blow,
The Pop Group,
DNA,
The Fugs,
Soul II Soul,
Make Up,
Aswad,
MDC,
The Electric Prunes,
Janne Schatter,
the Fania All-Stars,
Niagra,
Faust,
Siglo XX,
OOIOO,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Alison Limerick,
Little Man,
PIL,
The Victims,
Stetsasonic,
Scan 7,
Albert Ayler,
A Flock of Seagulls,
DJ Sneak,
Letta Mbulu,
Reuben Wilson,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Can,
Cheater Slicks,
The Velvet Underground,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks.
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.