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 Azerbaijan and from Glasgow.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Angry Samoans to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Shuggie Otis. All the underground hits.
All Fela Kuti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun City Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Royal Trux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Eating Sloth,
Hasil Adkins,
The Kinks,
Joyce Sims,
Godley & Creme,
Barbara Tucker,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Alphaville,
The Doors,
The Five Americans,
Alice Coltrane,
Rufus Thomas,
June Days,
Prince Buster,
The Grass Roots,
E-Dancer,
Howard Jones,
David Axelrod,
Desert Stars,
Harmonia,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Hardrive,
Glenn Branca,
Young Marble Giants,
The Martian,
The Neon Judgement,
Cheater Slicks,
Faust,
the Soft Cell,
The Skatalites,
Black Pus,
Mary Jane Girls,
A Certain Ratio,
The Blackbyrds,
The Dead C,
L. Decosne,
Pharoah Sanders,
Jeff Mills,
The Seeds,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Moleskins,
Frankie Knuckles,
Marcia Griffiths,
Circle Jerks,
Amazonics,
Steve Hackett,
Avey Tare,
Kevin Saunderson,
Jawbox,
Japan,
John Cale,
ABBA,
Vainqueur,
The Searchers,
Bush Tetras,
The Trojans,
Sugar Minott,
Jimmy McGriff,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sällskapet,
Von Mondo,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd.
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.