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 Spain and from Paris.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 AZ to the punk 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 R.M.O.. All the underground hits.
All Mantronix tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every This Heat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gian Franco Pienzio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Index,
The Vogues,
Basic Channel,
Carl Craig,
The Gories,
Connie Case,
Sound Behaviour,
Radio Birdman,
Howard Jones,
Matthew Halsall,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
the Normal,
Symarip,
Charles Mingus,
Alton Ellis,
The Invisible,
the Soft Cell,
Von Mondo,
Chrome,
Drexciya,
Gabor Szabo,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Fire Engines,
T.S.O.L.,
Lyres,
Bill Near,
The Busters,
Nation of Ulysses,
H. Thieme,
DJ Sneak,
Matthew Bourne,
Fear,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Underground Resistance,
Sun Ra,
Funkadelic,
Infiniti,
Roy Ayers,
the Fania All-Stars,
Aloha Tigers,
Eli Mardock,
Lungfish,
Hoover,
The Kinks,
Black Moon,
Tropical Tobacco,
Fatback Band,
Cymande,
David Axelrod,
Thee Headcoats,
Audionom,
Shoche,
Quadrant,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Moss Icon,
Youth Brigade,
The Knickerbockers,
Barclay James Harvest,
Agent Orange,
The Human League,
Excepter,
The Index, The Index, The Index, The Index.
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.