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 Cambodia 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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Milan.
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 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 Kings Of Tomorrow to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Circle Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Eddi Front tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donny Hathaway record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gabor Szabo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Theoretical Girls,
Chris & Cosey,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Dawn Penn,
ABC,
Half Japanese,
The Smiths,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Golliwogs,
Banda Bassotti,
Sun Ra,
Joy Division,
U.S. Maple,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Absolute Body Control,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sarah Menescal,
Soft Machine,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Tears for Fears,
The Toasters,
Sound Behaviour,
X-Ray Spex,
Crime,
Gregory Isaacs,
Stetsasonic,
Mark Hollis,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Television,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
DNA,
New Order,
Alphaville,
Groovy Waters,
Bang On A Can,
Isaac Hayes,
Model 500,
Andrew Hill,
Metal Thangz,
Rhythm & Sound,
Cybotron,
Motorama,
Von Mondo,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Star Department,
Pagans,
Ten City,
Niagra,
Harry Pussy,
Amazonics,
Monks,
Rekid,
Laurel Aitken,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Carl Craig,
Livin' Joy,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Mojo Men,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities.
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.