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 Grenada and from Columbus.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Lou Reed 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 Funky Four + One to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Fad Gadget. All the underground hits.
All Los Fastidios tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantytec record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Buckinghams record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang On A Can,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Joey Negro,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sex Pistols,
X-Ray Spex,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ralphi Rosario,
Arab on Radar,
Scientists,
Brand Nubian,
Josef K,
Whodini,
Colin Newman,
Soft Cell,
The Fortunes,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Shoche,
June Days,
CMW,
Theoretical Girls,
The Doobie Brothers,
Gang Starr,
Dawn Penn,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Cheater Slicks,
Alton Ellis,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Alison Limerick,
kango's stein massive,
Public Image Ltd.,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Soulsonic Force,
Rapeman,
T.S.O.L.,
Organ,
Scan 7,
Nation of Ulysses,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Simply Red,
La Düsseldorf,
Althea and Donna,
Symarip,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Niagra,
Marine Girls,
Los Fastidios,
Tim Buckley,
Jandek,
The Skatalites,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Technova,
Neu!,
Oblivians,
The Associates,
DNA,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
John Cale,
a-ha,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Yazoo,
The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola.
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.