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 Romania 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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Popol Vuh to the crunk 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 The Alarm Clocks. All the underground hits.
All The Buckinghams tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joy Division 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Scion,
The Gap Band,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
the Slits,
Bob Dylan,
Bronski Beat,
Sonic Youth,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Tommy Roe,
Make Up,
Saccharine Trust,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Soul II Soul,
Moby Grape,
Derrick May,
Organ,
Radiohead,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Vogues,
The Techniques,
The Real Kids,
Drexciya,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Happenings,
The Pretty Things,
Iggy Pop,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Spandau Ballet,
the Fania All-Stars,
Gang Green,
Livin' Joy,
Scrapy,
The Slackers,
Albert Ayler,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sexual Harrassment,
Malaria!,
The Monks,
Barry Ungar,
Subhumans,
Sex Pistols,
The Doors,
Spoonie Gee,
K-Klass,
Slave,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Human League,
The Divine Comedy,
Gil Scott Heron,
Lou Reed,
Kurtis Blow,
Los Fastidios,
Jeru the Damaja,
Average White Band,
Mantronix,
Technova,
Dorothy Ashby,
Eric Copeland,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson.
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.