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 Brazil and from Seoul.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 synthesizer 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 The Knickerbockers to the electroclash 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 Swell Maps. All the underground hits.
All Smog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Hutcherson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camouflage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Real Kids,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Crispy Ambulance,
B.T. Express,
Leonard Cohen,
Pere Ubu,
Kas Product,
Tomorrow,
Pagans,
Rakim,
Lebanon Hanover,
Silicon Teens,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Visage,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Hoover,
Barry Ungar,
Brass Construction,
cv313,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Panda Bear,
Scion,
Harry Pussy,
Spoonie Gee,
Minutemen,
The Fall,
David McCallum,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Piero Umiliani,
The Offenders,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Gladiators,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Chris Corsano,
Icehouse,
Black Moon,
Main Source,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Quando Quango,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Isaac Hayes,
Little Man,
The Blues Magoos,
The Cramps,
Arab on Radar,
Derrick Morgan,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Byron Stingily,
Archie Shepp,
Magma,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bobby Sherman,
Interpol,
Youth Brigade,
The Electric Prunes,
The Dirtbombs,
L. Decosne,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir.
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.