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 Azerbaijan and from Lagos.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Woodstock.
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 808 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 X-101 to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Saints. All the underground hits.
All Ash Ra Tempel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Pus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Young Rascals record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Darondo,
Half Japanese,
Mo-Dettes,
The Black Dice,
Delon & Dalcan,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Sonics,
Magazine,
The Smiths,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Skatalites,
The Dead C,
Soul Sonic Force,
Cybotron,
Matthew Bourne,
Von Mondo,
Little Man,
Bobby Byrd,
The Angels of Light,
Althea and Donna,
Supertramp,
Fugazi,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Young Rascals,
Bang On A Can,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Suburban Knight,
Sarah Menescal,
Average White Band,
Hashim,
Swell Maps,
Banda Bassotti,
H. Thieme,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Icehouse,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Alice Coltrane,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Star Department,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Spoonie Gee,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Dark Day,
Ultimate Spinach,
cv313,
Bad Manners,
Skriet,
Eric Copeland,
Q and Not U,
Stetsasonic,
Easy Going,
Grandmaster Flash,
Cluster,
Harmonia,
Ken Boothe,
Ituana,
the Swans,
Donny Hathaway,
Jerry's Kids,
Eurythmics,
Royal Trux,
Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson.
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.