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 Solomon Islands and from Woodstock.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 T. Rex 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 Tubeway Army. All the underground hits.
All DeepChord presents Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Kinks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Trojans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
London Community Gospel Choir,
Derrick May,
X-101,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Alphaville,
Monolake,
The Fortunes,
The Raincoats,
Au Pairs,
Japan,
Matthew Bourne,
Boredoms,
Traffic Nightmare,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Grass Roots,
Donny Hathaway,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Desert Stars,
Yellowson,
The Fall,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Blake Baxter,
Lightning Bolt,
B.T. Express,
Intrusion,
The Gladiators,
Grey Daturas,
Popol Vuh,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Schoolly D,
Alison Limerick,
Zero Boys,
Aural Exciters,
Arthur Verocai,
Peter & Gordon,
Animal Collective,
The Gories,
Boz Scaggs,
The Associates,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Mandrill,
Graham Central Station,
The Selecter,
Kenny Larkin,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Das Ding,
Avey Tare,
Infiniti,
Y Pants,
Rosa Yemen,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Count Five,
Eli Mardock,
Ultravox,
Talk Talk,
Throbbing Gristle,
Marine Girls,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Offenders,
June Days,
The Cowsills,
Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz.
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.