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 Ukraine and from Taipei.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 linndrum 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 The Fire Engines to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic. All the underground hits.
All Au Pairs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kevin Saunderson,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Crime,
Ultravox,
New Age Steppers,
Underground Resistance,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Inner City,
Mo-Dettes,
Section 25,
The Zeros,
Ultra Naté,
Little Man,
Robert Wyatt,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Joe Finger,
Joensuu 1685,
Rotary Connection,
Jawbox,
Franke,
The Index,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Anthony Braxton,
Basic Channel,
Ronan,
Anakelly,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Outsiders,
The Fugs,
Silicon Teens,
Scrapy,
the Bar-Kays,
Sun Ra,
Alice Coltrane,
John Lydon,
Susan Cadogan,
Bill Near,
PIL,
Crispian St. Peters,
Gang Gang Dance,
Simply Red,
Jerry's Kids,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
FM Einheit,
Sound Behaviour,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Aswad,
D'Angelo,
R.M.O.,
The Beau Brummels,
Country Teasers,
Tears for Fears,
Gang Green,
The Barracudas,
Man Parrish,
Pere Ubu,
Flash Fearless,
Spandau Ballet,
Fad Gadget,
Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks.
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.