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 South Africa and from Portland.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Lille.
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 harpsichord 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 Curtis Mayfield to the jazz 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 Supertramp. All the underground hits.
All Con Funk Shun tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Human League record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Trumans Water record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The American Breed,
The Gories,
The Offenders,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sly & The Family Stone,
DJ Sneak,
Arcadia,
The Fuzztones,
Bad Manners,
Crime,
Pharoah Sanders,
Carl Craig,
Sexual Harrassment,
Royal Trux,
Yaz,
The Happenings,
Nils Olav,
Pierre Henry,
Hoover,
Susan Cadogan,
Panda Bear,
Crooked Eye,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
John Lydon,
Suicide,
Faraquet,
The Raincoats,
The Skatalites,
Todd Rundgren,
The Mummies,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Index,
Brass Construction,
Amon Düül II,
Banda Bassotti,
Gang of Four,
Ornette Coleman,
Neil Young,
The Divine Comedy,
David Bowie,
Alton Ellis,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bobby Womack,
Leonard Cohen,
the Slits,
the Human League,
Quando Quango,
kango's stein massive,
Animal Collective,
Morten Harket,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Zero Boys,
Patti Smith,
Depeche Mode,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Model 500,
Ken Boothe,
Stiv Bators,
Echospace,
Easy Going,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Metal Thangz,
Alphaville,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra.
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.