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 Sudan and from Salvador.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Stereo Dub to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Scrapy. All the underground hits.
All DJ Style tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Whodini record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Selecter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Can,
Das Ding,
Reagan Youth,
The Count Five,
Depeche Mode,
Ultra Naté,
Glenn Branca,
Sound Behaviour,
Donny Hathaway,
Surgeon,
Todd Rundgren,
Gerry Rafferty,
Massinfluence,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Cure,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Liliput,
Yellowson,
The Dead C,
Danielle Patucci,
Joy Division,
MC5,
Half Japanese,
Khruangbin,
Barrington Levy,
the Association,
T.S.O.L.,
Prince Buster,
The Moleskins,
The Sound,
Sparks,
Harmonia,
New York Dolls,
Steve Hackett,
Essential Logic,
The Gun Club,
Smog,
Royal Trux,
A Certain Ratio,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Suicide,
The Martian,
The Skatalites,
Brass Construction,
Johnny Osbourne,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Eve St. Jones,
Rapeman,
The Monochrome Set,
Deakin,
The Cramps,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Nico,
a-ha,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Pantytec,
Dennis Brown,
The Dirtbombs,
Delon & Dalcan,
Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth.
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.