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 Taiwan and from Jakarta.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 synthesizer 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 John Foxx to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Amazonics. All the underground hits.
All Eyeless In Gaza tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eli Mardock 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiohead record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalo Schifrin,
FM Einheit,
June of 44,
Adolescents,
L. Decosne,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bobby Hutcherson,
the Fania All-Stars,
Q65,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Negative Approach,
Erasure,
Connie Case,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Maleditus Sound,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Marvin Gaye,
Aural Exciters,
The Seeds,
Maurizio,
the Bar-Kays,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Aswad,
The Searchers,
Thee Headcoats,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bronski Beat,
Gang Green,
Andrew Hill,
Sonic Youth,
the Normal,
Flash Fearless,
F. McDonald,
Brothers Johnson,
Funky Four + One,
Stereo Dub,
The Move,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Barrington Levy,
Derrick Morgan,
The Doobie Brothers,
Ossler,
Deadbeat,
Pierre Henry,
Ten City,
JFA,
Jeff Mills,
Pet Shop Boys,
Faraquet,
John Cale,
Marine Girls,
Blossom Toes,
Liliput,
Tommy Roe,
Lower 48,
Sparks,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
DJ Style,
Q and Not U,
Eden Ahbez,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff.
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.