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 Algeria and from Copenhagen.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Eve St. Jones to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 China Crisis. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hashim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Goldenarms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cowsills,
David Bowie,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Pulsallama,
Man Eating Sloth,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Nick Fraelich,
8 Eyed Spy,
Terry Callier,
Arab on Radar,
Au Pairs,
Alice Coltrane,
Althea and Donna,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Simply Red,
Goldenarms,
Kerrie Biddell,
Hot Snakes,
Lalo Schifrin,
Rod Modell,
Magma,
The Flesh Eaters,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Roy Ayers,
Stockholm Monsters,
Delta 5,
Saccharine Trust,
Moby Grape,
The Durutti Column,
Gang Starr,
Fat Boys,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Stiv Bators,
Pussy Galore,
Soft Machine,
Delon & Dalcan,
OOIOO,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Residents,
X-102,
CMW,
Rekid,
Derrick May,
The Sound,
Drive Like Jehu,
Connie Case,
In Retrospect,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Intrusion,
Negative Approach,
Piero Umiliani,
Crooked Eye,
The Names,
Altered Images,
Fluxion,
John Foxx,
Bill Wells,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Khruangbin,
Donny Hathaway,
Ossler,
Gang Gang Dance,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon.
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.