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 Sri Lanka and from Mumbai.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and London.
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 808 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 Man Eating Sloth to the punk 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 The Leaves. All the underground hits.
All The Standells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hardrive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Althea and Donna record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sound,
Electric Prunes,
Das Ding,
Qualms,
Pere Ubu,
Maurizio,
Average White Band,
The Pop Group,
Gregory Isaacs,
Eve St. Jones,
The Selecter,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Panda Bear,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Dirtbombs,
Niagra,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Barracudas,
Pulsallama,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lou Reed,
Agent Orange,
Soulsonic Force,
Chris Corsano,
Kas Product,
Bang On A Can,
The Star Department,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Mary Jane Girls,
Magma,
Laurel Aitken,
Max Romeo,
Dave Gahan,
Nas,
Grauzone,
Ultravox,
The Evens,
Fatback Band,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Crooked Eye,
Kool Moe Dee,
FM Einheit,
Boredoms,
Black Pus,
Donald Byrd,
One Last Wish,
Pussy Galore,
Silicon Teens,
The Leaves,
Deepchord,
Pet Shop Boys,
The United States of America,
ABBA,
Johnny Osbourne,
DJ Sneak,
Suicide,
Alton Ellis,
Funkadelic,
The Toasters,
Negative Approach,
Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin.
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.