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 Bahamas and from Mexico City.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Beijing.
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 spring reverb 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 In Retrospect to the disco 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 Litter. All the underground hits.
All Con Funk Shun tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Terry,
Matthew Bourne,
Tropical Tobacco,
Yellowson,
Lakeside,
Colin Newman,
One Last Wish,
Brass Construction,
The Happenings,
Scratch Acid,
Zapp,
Graham Central Station,
Dave Gahan,
Ornette Coleman,
James Chance & The Contortions,
the Fania All-Stars,
Donny Hathaway,
The Beau Brummels,
Eurythmics,
Groovy Waters,
Sonny Sharrock,
Erasure,
Mary Jane Girls,
Big Daddy Kane,
John Holt,
Section 25,
Nik Kershaw,
Agitation Free,
Kerrie Biddell,
Grauzone,
June of 44,
Piero Umiliani,
Goldenarms,
OOIOO,
Gang Starr,
Flash Fearless,
Throbbing Gristle,
Lebanon Hanover,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Pole,
The Pretty Things,
June Days,
The Divine Comedy,
John Cale,
Eyeless In Gaza,
the Soft Cell,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Heaven 17,
Wally Richardson,
The Raincoats,
Aural Exciters,
Oneida,
Ponytail,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Monochrome Set,
The Blues Magoos,
Leonard Cohen,
Camouflage,
8 Eyed Spy,
Japan,
The Sound,
Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier.
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.