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 Eritrea and from Houston.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Avey Tare to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Fort Wilson Riot. All the underground hits.
All The Black Dice tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Youth Brigade 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Knickerbockers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Isaac Hayes,
Sexual Harrassment,
Tres Demented,
The Leaves,
kango's stein massive,
The Five Americans,
John Coltrane,
Pylon,
Joe Finger,
Crispian St. Peters,
Hasil Adkins,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Porter Ricks,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Curtis Mayfield,
Thee Headcoats,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Cybotron,
Sun Ra,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Kerrie Biddell,
Q65,
Sound Behaviour,
Bobby Byrd,
Black Pus,
Camouflage,
Audionom,
Rapeman,
Make Up,
John Holt,
Alton Ellis,
These Immortal Souls,
The Tremeloes,
Flipper,
Peter & Gordon,
Can,
The Skatalites,
The Smiths,
Roxy Music,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Main Source,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Nation of Ulysses,
R.M.O.,
Panda Bear,
Scan 7,
Tom Boy,
Agitation Free,
The Fall,
The Index,
Yazoo,
Spandau Ballet,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bill Wells,
Aaron Thompson,
The Dead C,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Chris & Cosey,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Black Moon,
The Invisible,
Shoche, Shoche, Shoche, Shoche.
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.