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 Monaco and from Salvador.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Minny Pops to the rock 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 Spoonie Gee. All the underground hits.
All Fad Gadget tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Susan Cadogan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeru the Damaja record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Red Krayola,
Boogie Down Productions,
Ronan,
Suburban Knight,
The United States of America,
Eddi Front,
Make Up,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Prince Buster,
Mission of Burma,
Dave Gahan,
The Flesh Eaters,
Saccharine Trust,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Pantytec,
DJ Style,
Moby Grape,
Y Pants,
Alphaville,
Stockholm Monsters,
the Normal,
The Sonics,
Von Mondo,
Fear,
Moebius,
Gang Gang Dance,
Khruangbin,
Pet Shop Boys,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Wolf Eyes,
Tim Buckley,
Avey Tare,
Roxette,
Deakin,
The Neon Judgement,
Stiv Bators,
Hasil Adkins,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Amon Düül,
The Buckinghams,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Unwound,
Black Sheep,
Dennis Brown,
Fugazi,
the Association,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Tom Boy,
Joensuu 1685,
Joyce Sims,
Sam Rivers,
Gerry Rafferty,
Public Enemy,
Eli Mardock,
The Pretty Things,
PIL,
Lakeside,
The Durutti Column,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux.
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.