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 the UAE and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Animal Collective. All the underground hits.
All Delon & Dalcan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Laurel Aitken record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barclay James Harvest record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shuggie Otis,
Guru Guru,
The Toasters,
the Normal,
Liliput,
Sandy B,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Knickerbockers,
CMW,
Fat Boys,
Lou Reed,
Black Sheep,
The Evens,
These Immortal Souls,
Procol Harum,
The Real Kids,
Heaven 17,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Connie Case,
The Divine Comedy,
Lindisfarne,
Funkadelic,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Blues Magoos,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Roxette,
Nik Kershaw,
The Index,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Shadows of Knight,
Lalann,
The Sound,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
John Lydon,
K-Klass,
Flipper,
Leonard Cohen,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Al Stewart,
The Beau Brummels,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Hashim,
Rod Modell,
The Searchers,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Thompson Twins,
Babytalk,
Bill Near,
Arab on Radar,
Crash Course in Science,
Yazoo,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Alphaville,
The J.B.'s,
Johnny Clarke,
Dark Day,
Colin Newman,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Tropical Tobacco,
Soul II Soul,
Smog, Smog, Smog, Smog.
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.