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 Bangladesh and from Copenhagen.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 rhodes 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 Lakeside to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Henry Cow. All the underground hits.
All DeepChord presents Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siglo XX record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a H. Thieme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Move,
Chris & Cosey,
The Smoke,
Jeff Lynne,
Bush Tetras,
Shuggie Otis,
The Residents,
Jerry Gold Smith,
AZ,
Warren Ellis,
Vladislav Delay,
Ronnie Foster,
Loose Ends,
Hashim,
the Slits,
Lungfish,
Sun Ra,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Newcleus,
L. Decosne,
Juan Atkins,
John Lydon,
Dorothy Ashby,
Television Personalities,
Stereo Dub,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Judy Mowatt,
Pantytec,
Deadbeat,
Curtis Mayfield,
Q and Not U,
Q65,
Glenn Branca,
The Gladiators,
F. McDonald,
Sam Rivers,
June of 44,
Black Flag,
Niagra,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Skatalites,
La Düsseldorf,
Kas Product,
Metal Thangz,
Kerri Chandler,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Scrapy,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Pharoah Sanders,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Barrington Levy,
Moss Icon,
Second Layer,
Joensuu 1685,
Terry Callier,
Camberwell Now,
Radiohead,
The Names,
Stiv Bators,
Heaven 17,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Techniques,
Trumans Water,
Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles.
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.