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 Afghanistan and from Lyon.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Hasil Adkins to the rock 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 Sound Behaviour. All the underground hits.
All Gang Gang Dance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronnie Foster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The American Breed 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?
Jesper Dahlbäck,
the Association,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Marc Almond,
Swans,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Chrome,
Silicon Teens,
Jeff Mills,
The United States of America,
Deadbeat,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Al Stewart,
Wasted Youth,
Au Pairs,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Rapeman,
Thee Headcoats,
Kerri Chandler,
Scrapy,
The Angels of Light,
Index,
Pole,
Ultimate Spinach,
Metal Thangz,
The Trojans,
The Modern Lovers,
Juan Atkins,
Dennis Brown,
Tommy Roe,
Jawbox,
Buzzcocks,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Whodini,
The Monochrome Set,
Young Marble Giants,
Cameo,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Searchers,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ronan,
Unwound,
Lightning Bolt,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Massinfluence,
New York Dolls,
Pylon,
Sound Behaviour,
This Heat,
Tropical Tobacco,
Gabor Szabo,
Pussy Galore,
Newcleus,
Organ,
The Last Poets,
World's Most,
The Alarm Clocks,
Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma.
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.