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 Ukraine and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Magazine to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Cramps. All the underground hits.
All Ajijia Myrayebe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Adolescents 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camouflage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Index,
Cameo,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Eric Copeland,
A Certain Ratio,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Real Kids,
Television Personalities,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Moby Grape,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ronan,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ultra Naté,
The Smiths,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Black Dice,
Altered Images,
the Swans,
Joy Division,
Deepchord,
Spoonie Gee,
Faraquet,
Pantytec,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Gun Club,
Black Sheep,
Peter and Kerry,
Whodini,
X-102,
Chrome,
Crispian St. Peters,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Wally Richardson,
Rapeman,
Liliput,
Erasure,
The Human League,
Animal Collective,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Warsaw,
FM Einheit,
the Sonics,
the Association,
Simply Red,
Junior Murvin,
Outsiders,
UT,
Quando Quango,
Symarip,
Tubeway Army,
Gil Scott Heron,
Danielle Patucci,
The Busters,
These Immortal Souls,
Steve Hackett,
Thee Headcoats,
New Order,
Television, Television, Television, Television.
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.