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 Niger and from Mumbai.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Portland.
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 rhodes 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 Agent Orange to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux. All the underground hits.
All Suicide tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lakeside record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry's Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gerry Rafferty,
Minor Threat,
The Last Poets,
EPMD,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Harmonia,
Chris Corsano,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Hoover,
The Searchers,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Cure,
L. Decosne,
The Wake,
Nas,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lindisfarne,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Neu!,
Soft Cell,
Blake Baxter,
Nils Olav,
Simply Red,
Crooked Eye,
Cameo,
Rufus Thomas,
Gabor Szabo,
Crash Course in Science,
Grey Daturas,
B.T. Express,
Todd Terry,
Crime,
OOIOO,
MC5,
The New Christs,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Mantronix,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sparks,
Black Bananas,
John Cale,
Pantaleimon,
Skarface,
Pere Ubu,
Johnny Clarke,
Peter and Kerry,
The Fuzztones,
Agitation Free,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
June Days,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Deakin,
The Misunderstood,
Derrick May,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Porter Ricks,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks.
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.