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 Bahamas and from Bremen.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Jacques Brel. All the underground hits.
All Notorious Big And Bone Thugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alphaville 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a kango's stein massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Juan Atkins,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Buzzcocks,
Oneida,
Ohio Players,
Kerri Chandler,
The Offenders,
The Busters,
The Monochrome Set,
Newcleus,
The Walker Brothers,
Technova,
Josef K,
Absolute Body Control,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
David Bowie,
June Days,
Gichy Dan,
Pulsallama,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Leaves,
Isaac Hayes,
Spoonie Gee,
Bluetip,
Kevin Saunderson,
Wings,
Henry Cow,
Lalo Schifrin,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sunsets and Hearts,
In Retrospect,
Gil Scott Heron,
ABC,
Simply Red,
The Last Poets,
Silicon Teens,
Faraquet,
Pantytec,
Mars,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Aloha Tigers,
Aswad,
Harmonia,
The Raincoats,
James White and The Blacks,
Freddie Wadling,
Bush Tetras,
Kurtis Blow,
X-101,
Piero Umiliani,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Marmalade,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Wolf Eyes,
The Fuzztones,
Das Ding,
John Foxx,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Theoretical Girls,
OOIOO,
Gong,
Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes.
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.