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 Jordan and from Tokyo.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Cheater Slicks to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Mark Hollis. All the underground hits.
All June Days tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kevin Saunderson 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Symarip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
OOIOO,
Aloha Tigers,
The Fire Engines,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Maleditus Sound,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Pharoah Sanders,
Talk Talk,
Silicon Teens,
The Cowsills,
Ornette Coleman,
The Leaves,
Con Funk Shun,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Connie Case,
Roy Ayers,
Stetsasonic,
Suicide,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Boogie Down Productions,
Kas Product,
Agent Orange,
The Gladiators,
The Slits,
Rod Modell,
Qualms,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sexual Harrassment,
Hot Snakes,
Cheater Slicks,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Massinfluence,
Johnny Osbourne,
Andrew Hill,
Faraquet,
The Names,
Scratch Acid,
A Certain Ratio,
Public Enemy,
Donny Hathaway,
Yaz,
Albert Ayler,
The Neon Judgement,
CMW,
The Associates,
Juan Atkins,
The Sound,
Fad Gadget,
Wasted Youth,
Nik Kershaw,
Robert Görl,
Tres Demented,
Kool Moe Dee,
Robert Hood,
H. Thieme,
Animal Collective,
Liliput,
Interpol,
Sonny Sharrock,
Jesper Dahlback,
Accadde A,
Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants.
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.