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 South Sudan and from Delhi.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 organ 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 The Human League to the crunk 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 Barclay James Harvest. All the underground hits.
All Pet Shop Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joyce Sims record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cal Tjader record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radio Birdman,
Rod Modell,
Cameo,
Basic Channel,
The Moleskins,
Matthew Halsall,
Charles Mingus,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Gil Scott Heron,
Ronnie Foster,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Names,
Bad Manners,
MDC,
The Mighty Diamonds,
the Human League,
Khruangbin,
The Mummies,
The Alarm Clocks,
Rhythm & Sound,
Scratch Acid,
Aural Exciters,
Glenn Branca,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Average White Band,
The Divine Comedy,
Sister Nancy,
Pussy Galore,
the Slits,
Can,
Ponytail,
Yazoo,
Vladislav Delay,
Bobby Sherman,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Crispy Ambulance,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lalo Schifrin,
Shuggie Otis,
Roxy Music,
Maurizio,
Moss Icon,
Pylon,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
X-Ray Spex,
Qualms,
The Tremeloes,
Kayak,
Bauhaus,
The Index,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Todd Rundgren,
Television Personalities,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
David Axelrod,
Mission of Burma,
Eric B and Rakim,
the Normal,
The New Christs,
Panda Bear,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band.
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.