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 Panama and from Tehran.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Taipei.
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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Isaac Hayes to the dance 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 Roy Ayers. All the underground hits.
All the Bar-Kays tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arab on Radar record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Motions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scratch Acid,
The Knickerbockers,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Malaria!,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Gabor Szabo,
Zero Boys,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Quantec,
Saccharine Trust,
Bluetip,
Pylon,
The Monks,
Average White Band,
Pagans,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Invisible,
Lou Reed,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Slits,
The J.B.'s,
Bobby Sherman,
Arab on Radar,
Warren Ellis,
Swell Maps,
Metal Thangz,
Delta 5,
Black Bananas,
R.M.O.,
Jerry's Kids,
Smog,
La Düsseldorf,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Spoonie Gee,
Marine Girls,
The Litter,
Moby Grape,
Robert Görl,
Slave,
A Certain Ratio,
Accadde A,
Kerrie Biddell,
Arthur Verocai,
JFA,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Victims,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Donald Byrd,
Derrick May,
Todd Terry,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Doors,
Chrome,
Darondo,
Urselle,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sun City Girls,
Mary Jane Girls,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy.
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.