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 Uruguay 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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Trumans Water to the techno 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 New Order. All the underground hits.
All In Retrospect tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blake Baxter 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Throbbing Gristle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Kinks,
Altered Images,
Tears for Fears,
Moss Icon,
Blancmange,
Donny Hathaway,
The Saints,
OOIOO,
Second Layer,
Yazoo,
The Beau Brummels,
The Modern Lovers,
Urselle,
The Mojo Men,
Dawn Penn,
Soul II Soul,
Siglo XX,
Arthur Verocai,
La Düsseldorf,
Slave,
The Neon Judgement,
Camouflage,
Mandrill,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Model 500,
Bobby Womack,
Soulsonic Force,
Black Bananas,
The Angels of Light,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Don Cherry,
Tom Boy,
Gang Starr,
John Coltrane,
The Stooges,
Byron Stingily,
Silicon Teens,
Barbara Tucker,
Suicide,
Tommy Roe,
Bootsy Collins,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Cybotron,
Faust,
The Buckinghams,
The Moleskins,
Brass Construction,
The Durutti Column,
The Dave Clark Five,
Royal Trux,
Dead Boys,
The Standells,
The Divine Comedy,
Kaleidoscope,
Duran Duran,
Scan 7,
The Fugs,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds.
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.