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 Moldova and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Gil Scott Heron to the electroclash 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 Chris & Cosey. All the underground hits.
All Agent Orange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Rundgren 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Animal Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
New Age Steppers,
Gichy Dan,
Interpol,
Todd Rundgren,
Symarip,
Cal Tjader,
Roxette,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Crash Course in Science,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
June Days,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Erasure,
Sandy B,
KRS-One,
Glenn Branca,
The Motions,
Maleditus Sound,
kango's stein massive,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Roxy Music,
DJ Sneak,
Jeru the Damaja,
David Axelrod,
Stockholm Monsters,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Jawbox,
The Walker Brothers,
Trumans Water,
Jacques Brel,
Kurtis Blow,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Gang of Four,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Throbbing Gristle,
Bang On A Can,
Gastr Del Sol,
Neu!,
Mad Mike,
The Young Rascals,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Music Machine,
the Association,
The Alarm Clocks,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Marc Almond,
UT,
Pharoah Sanders,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Kas Product,
Lyres,
Altered Images,
Pere Ubu,
The Slits,
Nation of Ulysses,
Derrick Morgan,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bluetip,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran.
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.