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 Glasgow.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Cairo.
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 snare 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 Metal Thangz to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Slick Rick. All the underground hits.
All La Düsseldorf tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faraquet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lonnie Liston Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantaleimon,
Young Marble Giants,
Nirvana,
PIL,
Soulsonic Force,
Dead Boys,
Sällskapet,
Kevin Saunderson,
Marmalade,
The Detroit Cobras,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lou Reed,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Groovy Waters,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Adolescents,
Neil Young,
Porter Ricks,
Von Mondo,
Masters at Work,
Goldenarms,
X-102,
Agent Orange,
Slave,
The Shadows of Knight,
Audionom,
Spoonie Gee,
Tomorrow,
MC5,
The Smoke,
The Dave Clark Five,
Outsiders,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Chrome,
Todd Terry,
Q65,
Man Parrish,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Tears for Fears,
CMW,
Pantytec,
The Raincoats,
the Slits,
Stetsasonic,
The Motions,
Funky Four + One,
X-Ray Spex,
Don Cherry,
Slick Rick,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Matthew Halsall,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Count Five,
Boogie Down Productions,
Neu!,
Vladislav Delay,
Pole,
Tim Buckley,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army.
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.