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 Fiji 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 Glasgow and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Sex Pistols 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 Todd Terry. All the underground hits.
All Archie Shepp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Silicon Teens 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 marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June of 44 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mojo Men,
The Sonics,
Grauzone,
The Golliwogs,
Rites of Spring,
F. McDonald,
The Cowsills,
Soul II Soul,
James White and The Blacks,
Con Funk Shun,
Index,
The American Breed,
Scratch Acid,
Sonic Youth,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Eddi Front,
Arcadia,
Gastr Del Sol,
Quantec,
The Moleskins,
Bobby Sherman,
Mars,
Public Enemy,
Eric B and Rakim,
Stereo Dub,
The Smoke,
The Fall,
Hot Snakes,
Dave Gahan,
the Germs,
Urselle,
Mad Mike,
Cheater Slicks,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Leonard Cohen,
Angry Samoans,
Minutemen,
Reagan Youth,
Eurythmics,
Rapeman,
Underground Resistance,
Nation of Ulysses,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Terry Callier,
Bluetip,
Anthony Braxton,
Marmalade,
Kool Moe Dee,
Youth Brigade,
Drive Like Jehu,
the Bar-Kays,
The Beau Brummels,
Peter and Kerry,
Barbara Tucker,
Ten City,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Chrome,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Unwound,
Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin.
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.