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 Mexico and from Spokane.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Tokyo.
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 guitar 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 Gang Green to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Scott Walker. All the underground hits.
All Wolf Eyes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Symarip 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a It's A Beautiful Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maleditus Sound,
Spoonie Gee,
Stetsasonic,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Symarip,
Neil Young,
Curtis Mayfield,
Ultimate Spinach,
Byron Stingily,
Ponytail,
Bush Tetras,
Aaron Thompson,
Panda Bear,
Hoover,
Letta Mbulu,
The Monks,
Organ,
Rufus Thomas,
Royal Trux,
Bob Dylan,
Main Source,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Sound,
Peter & Gordon,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Pole,
Glambeats Corp.,
Warren Ellis,
Sandy B,
John Lydon,
Pantaleimon,
Radiohead,
Ultra Naté,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Visage,
The Electric Prunes,
DNA,
Vladislav Delay,
Quadrant,
Jandek,
B.T. Express,
R.M.O.,
Dawn Penn,
Roy Ayers,
Peter and Kerry,
Swell Maps,
Harry Pussy,
Excepter,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sun Ra,
Japan,
The Doobie Brothers,
Television Personalities,
Deepchord,
Eric B and Rakim,
Index,
Juan Atkins,
Young Marble Giants,
Arcadia,
The Durutti Column,
Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy.
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.