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 Congo and from Stockholm.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Selector Dub Narcotic to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Nirvana. All the underground hits.
All Teenage Jesus and the Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Smog 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flipper record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Bourne,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Golliwogs,
Tommy Roe,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Donny Hathaway,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Yazoo,
Von Mondo,
Eli Mardock,
Quadrant,
The Detroit Cobras,
Crispy Ambulance,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Walker Brothers,
The Birthday Party,
Slick Rick,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Neil Young,
Silicon Teens,
Black Moon,
Brand Nubian,
The Dead C,
Khruangbin,
Graham Central Station,
New York Dolls,
Echospace,
Absolute Body Control,
Cymande,
Bobby Womack,
Oblivians,
Minnie Riperton,
Porter Ricks,
Alton Ellis,
The Cure,
Ultravox,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Jerry's Kids,
Flash Fearless,
New Age Steppers,
Arcadia,
Alice Coltrane,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Guru Guru,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bob Dylan,
Lou Christie,
Tubeway Army,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Modern Lovers,
Half Japanese,
Boz Scaggs,
Jandek,
In Retrospect,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Main Source,
Wolf Eyes,
Unrelated Segments,
The Seeds,
Morten Harket,
Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim.
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.