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 Congo and from Accra.
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 Paris and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 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 Moss Icon to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Sonic Youth. All the underground hits.
All AZ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every D'Angelo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Searchers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tears for Fears,
Deepchord,
Erasure,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Young Marble Giants,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Roxy Music,
Magazine,
Lungfish,
Animal Collective,
K-Klass,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Index,
Cluster,
Piero Umiliani,
Rotary Connection,
Godley & Creme,
Graham Central Station,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Roy Ayers,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
D'Angelo,
Johnny Clarke,
Whodini,
Essential Logic,
Lightning Bolt,
The Pretty Things,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
David McCallum,
Schoolly D,
Second Layer,
Circle Jerks,
Oblivians,
Hasil Adkins,
Quantec,
Jesper Dahlback,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Harry Pussy,
Slick Rick,
Mission of Burma,
Sonic Youth,
Junior Murvin,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sparks,
Judy Mowatt,
The Blackbyrds,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Dead Boys,
Saccharine Trust,
The Vogues,
Gang Green,
Derrick May,
Arab on Radar,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Scan 7,
Fatback Band,
Malaria!,
Brick,
Livin' Joy,
Sun City Girls,
Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy.
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.