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 Pakistan and from Bremen.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 rhodes 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 The Index to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Johnny Clarke. All the underground hits.
All Bill Wells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cal Tjader 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobbi Humphrey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wasted Youth,
Fat Boys,
Smog,
The Blackbyrds,
Alice Coltrane,
Excepter,
Neu!,
Alton Ellis,
Harry Pussy,
Bang On A Can,
Crispian St. Peters,
Los Fastidios,
Ludus,
Jimmy McGriff,
Supertramp,
The Evens,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Oneida,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Donald Byrd,
Jacques Brel,
Marmalade,
Eden Ahbez,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
the Swans,
Minny Pops,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Chrome,
Marcia Griffiths,
Robert Wyatt,
Underground Resistance,
Babytalk,
Heaven 17,
Y Pants,
Pharoah Sanders,
Dorothy Ashby,
Spandau Ballet,
Crash Course in Science,
Idris Muhammad,
The United States of America,
MC5,
Warren Ellis,
Erasure,
Wings,
Bluetip,
Groovy Waters,
Hasil Adkins,
Angry Samoans,
Flipper,
Blossom Toes,
the Sonics,
Nirvana,
The Zeros,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Unwound,
Soft Cell,
Gang Green,
Section 25,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Litter, The Litter, The Litter, The Litter.
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.