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 Venezuela and from Accra.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Sparks to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Dave Gahan. All the underground hits.
All The Birthday Party tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Infiniti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Germs,
Joe Smooth,
Pylon,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
the Soft Cell,
Gregory Isaacs,
Fela Kuti,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Monks,
Bootsy Collins,
Camouflage,
Ten City,
Camberwell Now,
Public Enemy,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Pole,
Monolake,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Boredoms,
Black Sheep,
Section 25,
Rakim,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Wire,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
H. Thieme,
Malaria!,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Roxy Music,
Dawn Penn,
Livin' Joy,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lebanon Hanover,
Gang Starr,
Marc Almond,
Crooked Eye,
Jeff Mills,
The Moleskins,
Animal Collective,
Tommy Roe,
The Divine Comedy,
The Count Five,
Joensuu 1685,
the Slits,
Black Pus,
LL Cool J,
Man Parrish,
Fugazi,
Television,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Reuben Wilson,
Silicon Teens,
Shuggie Otis,
Alton Ellis,
Arthur Verocai,
Rotary Connection,
Sun City Girls,
The Blackbyrds,
The Detroit Cobras,
Ituana,
Hardrive,
The Victims, The Victims, The Victims, The Victims.
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.