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 Macedonia and from Winnipeg.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Cal Tjader to the techno 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz. All the underground hits.
All MDC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Underground Resistance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kevin Saunderson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Livin' Joy,
Scratch Acid,
Patti Smith,
Boredoms,
Pharoah Sanders,
Stetsasonic,
Interpol,
Mad Mike,
The Five Americans,
Saccharine Trust,
Bobby Sherman,
Pantytec,
Bizarre Inc.,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The New Christs,
The Doors,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Cramps,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Juan Atkins,
Absolute Body Control,
Marc Almond,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Busters,
Goldenarms,
Lalann,
The Moleskins,
Bill Wells,
Shoche,
The Young Rascals,
Underground Resistance,
Con Funk Shun,
Albert Ayler,
the Soft Cell,
Gastr Del Sol,
Slick Rick,
K-Klass,
Ronnie Foster,
Robert Görl,
Inner City,
Groovy Waters,
The Associates,
The Standells,
L. Decosne,
Chrome,
Connie Case,
Junior Murvin,
Bootsy Collins,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lungfish,
This Heat,
The Human League,
Motorama,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Agitation Free,
Masters at Work,
Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange.
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.