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 Mongolia 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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Tim Buckley to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Michelle Simonal. All the underground hits.
All Rufus Thomas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marshall Jefferson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a This Heat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonny Sharrock,
The Fire Engines,
Bob Dylan,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Arcadia,
Jesper Dahlback,
Peter and Kerry,
Monolake,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Kerrie Biddell,
FM Einheit,
Sister Nancy,
Adolescents,
Inner City,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
the Normal,
Fatback Band,
Scratch Acid,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Dave Gahan,
The Happenings,
David Bowie,
Marc Almond,
Whodini,
Warren Ellis,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Main Source,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Last Poets,
Dual Sessions,
Unrelated Segments,
Patti Smith,
Bronski Beat,
Section 25,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Moss Icon,
Al Stewart,
Prince Buster,
Sun City Girls,
Lebanon Hanover,
Popol Vuh,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Tubeway Army,
CMW,
KRS-One,
New Age Steppers,
ABC,
Tropical Tobacco,
Colin Newman,
Little Man,
Camouflage,
Suicide,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Depeche Mode,
Flipper,
Pulsallama,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Wake,
Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment.
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.