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 Samoa and from Sao Paulo.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 ABBA to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu. All the underground hits.
All Minutemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Age Steppers 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 spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Buzzcocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Parry Music,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Mantronix,
Sun Ra,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Gang Starr,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Reuben Wilson,
Kerri Chandler,
PIL,
Average White Band,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Pierre Henry,
Ultimate Spinach,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Silicon Teens,
X-102,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Connie Case,
Dennis Brown,
Avey Tare,
The Kinks,
The Victims,
Agent Orange,
Crime,
David Bowie,
The Gun Club,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Monolake,
The Sisters of Mercy,
X-101,
Radiohead,
MC5,
Warren Ellis,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Q and Not U,
Nico,
Swans,
Ludus,
The Wake,
Robert Görl,
Babytalk,
Chrome,
Dual Sessions,
Das Ding,
Todd Terry,
Saccharine Trust,
New Age Steppers,
Gregory Isaacs,
Zero Boys,
Fugazi,
Howard Jones,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Inner City,
The Smoke,
Ultravox,
Laurel Aitken,
Depeche Mode,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Birthday Party,
Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B.
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.