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 Malawi and from Madrid.
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 Delhi and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Robert Palmer 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 Sandy B to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Minny Pops. All the underground hits.
All Average White Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hoover record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Association record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Starr,
Electric Prunes,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Names,
Tres Demented,
Supertramp,
Fugazi,
Swans,
Adolescents,
Neil Young,
MC5,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Quando Quango,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Youth Brigade,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Index,
Howard Jones,
Traffic Nightmare,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sound Behaviour,
Deadbeat,
Average White Band,
Negative Approach,
The New Christs,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Shoche,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bizarre Inc.,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Durutti Column,
Godley & Creme,
Eden Ahbez,
The Last Poets,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Absolute Body Control,
the Bar-Kays,
OOIOO,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lower 48,
the Swans,
Judy Mowatt,
Davy DMX,
X-Ray Spex,
Desert Stars,
Das Ding,
Tommy Roe,
Kerri Chandler,
Jerry's Kids,
Isaac Hayes,
Bobby Womack,
The Invisible,
Gang Green,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Brand Nubian,
Talk Talk,
Suicide,
Soft Cell,
Khruangbin,
Niagra, Niagra, Niagra, Niagra.
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.