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 Korea North and from Cairo.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Letta Mbulu to the techno 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 The Remains. All the underground hits.
All Sam Rivers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Image Ltd. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pylon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delta 5,
Marine Girls,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Chrome,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Pantaleimon,
Royal Trux,
Theoretical Girls,
Kayak,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
U.S. Maple,
Agitation Free,
Glenn Branca,
Sugar Minott,
La Düsseldorf,
The Moleskins,
Silicon Teens,
The Monochrome Set,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Deepchord,
The Mojo Men,
Make Up,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
D'Angelo,
Spandau Ballet,
Vladislav Delay,
PIL,
The Victims,
The Knickerbockers,
The Fugs,
Franke,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bill Wells,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sun Ra,
Gong,
Rakim,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Thompson Twins,
The Evens,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Motorama,
Hot Snakes,
The Vogues,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Camouflage,
the Germs,
David Bowie,
Pharoah Sanders,
Peter and Kerry,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Pere Ubu,
Stiv Bators,
Chris & Cosey,
Radio Birdman,
Eli Mardock,
Amazonics,
Banda Bassotti,
Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson.
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.