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 Croatia and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Fad Gadget to the rap 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 Sad Lovers and Giants. All the underground hits.
All Moss Icon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 48th St. Collective 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flash Fearless record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marcia Griffiths,
Procol Harum,
The Pop Group,
Gil Scott Heron,
Ponytail,
Public Enemy,
Big Daddy Kane,
June of 44,
Idris Muhammad,
Fear,
L. Decosne,
Minutemen,
Marine Girls,
Slick Rick,
The Saints,
Scrapy,
Hardrive,
Nation of Ulysses,
Livin' Joy,
Soul II Soul,
Rosa Yemen,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Todd Rundgren,
Tears for Fears,
Whodini,
Eric Dolphy,
Quadrant,
Patti Smith,
Yusef Lateef,
Pantytec,
Soul Sonic Force,
Donald Byrd,
The Selecter,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Oblivians,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Five Americans,
One Last Wish,
Dead Boys,
The Modern Lovers,
Depeche Mode,
Traffic Nightmare,
Judy Mowatt,
The Vogues,
The Evens,
Dennis Brown,
Sexual Harrassment,
Animal Collective,
D'Angelo,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Mars,
Cluster,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Black Dice,
Lou Reed,
The Raincoats,
Bush Tetras,
Organ,
CMW,
Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron.
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.