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 Belize 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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Cheater Slicks to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 World's Most. All the underground hits.
All Don Cherry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Newcleus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Black Dice record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Marvin Gaye,
Kool Moe Dee,
Skarface,
Smog,
Ash Ra Tempel,
R.M.O.,
Barbara Tucker,
Sam Rivers,
the Germs,
Dave Gahan,
The Moody Blues,
Davy DMX,
Essential Logic,
Man Parrish,
Sun Ra,
Amazonics,
Harry Pussy,
JFA,
Easy Going,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Al Stewart,
Hot Snakes,
The Names,
Connie Case,
The United States of America,
Little Man,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Bob Dylan,
Albert Ayler,
Sex Pistols,
U.S. Maple,
Goldenarms,
Subhumans,
Pantaleimon,
Hasil Adkins,
Kayak,
Marmalade,
Silicon Teens,
Sister Nancy,
Khruangbin,
The Gladiators,
Organ,
Bad Manners,
Lalo Schifrin,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
48th St. Collective,
Juan Atkins,
Cecil Taylor,
Lyres,
Nirvana,
Gang Green,
The Angels of Light,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sandy B,
Dawn Penn,
Gerry Rafferty,
Fugazi,
The Cowsills,
the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell.
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.