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 Liechtenstein and from Bologna.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 synthesizer 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 Silicon Teens to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon. All the underground hits.
All Peter and Kerry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Selecter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare,
Patti Smith,
Accadde A,
Mr. Review,
The Gories,
Depeche Mode,
Fear,
PIL,
Sällskapet,
Rod Modell,
Black Pus,
Soft Cell,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Japan,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Brothers Johnson,
Make Up,
Lalo Schifrin,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lee Hazlewood,
a-ha,
Gang Gang Dance,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
F. McDonald,
Nation of Ulysses,
Bobby Womack,
Talk Talk,
Harmonia,
Rufus Thomas,
Henry Cow,
Blossom Toes,
Ronan,
Surgeon,
The Fall,
Radio Birdman,
Nick Fraelich,
The Durutti Column,
Wally Richardson,
Joe Smooth,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Pretty Things,
The Mighty Diamonds,
X-Ray Spex,
EPMD,
Scrapy,
Nils Olav,
Q and Not U,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Prince Buster,
Black Flag,
Can,
The Seeds,
Susan Cadogan,
Man Parrish,
Stetsasonic,
This Heat,
The Wake,
The Smiths,
Jawbox,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Agent Orange,
Bootsy Collins,
Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops.
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.