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 Japan 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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Taipei.
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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare 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 Erasure to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Malaria!. All the underground hits.
All Unrelated Segments tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ponytail record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nico record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
David McCallum,
Brass Construction,
Mars,
Archie Shepp,
Warren Ellis,
Jawbox,
Marmalade,
Jacob Miller,
Pulsallama,
MC5,
Ultra Naté,
Max Romeo,
Nation of Ulysses,
Alice Coltrane,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Erasure,
Pantaleimon,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Crispy Ambulance,
the Normal,
Model 500,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lebanon Hanover,
Newcleus,
Hardrive,
The Tremeloes,
The Knickerbockers,
The Cowsills,
Isaac Hayes,
The Motions,
This Heat,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Tomorrow,
The Fall,
Rod Modell,
Black Pus,
Lou Reed,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Supertramp,
Jandek,
The Invisible,
Sixth Finger,
The Happenings,
Derrick May,
Howard Jones,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Litter,
X-Ray Spex,
Pylon,
Fat Boys,
Joe Finger,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Suicide,
ABC,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Josef K,
Amon Düül II,
Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag.
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.