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 Barbados and from Delhi.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Rhythm & Sound to the funk 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 Y Pants. All the underground hits.
All Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kenny Larkin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funkadelic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grauzone,
John Coltrane,
Junior Murvin,
Black Bananas,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Stetsasonic,
Soul II Soul,
Dorothy Ashby,
Blake Baxter,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Residents,
Accadde A,
Joe Finger,
Neu!,
Alton Ellis,
Duran Duran,
Radiopuhelimet,
Panda Bear,
cv313,
Dual Sessions,
Roger Hodgson,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Velvet Underground,
Roy Ayers,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Fatback Band,
Eli Mardock,
Reagan Youth,
Drive Like Jehu,
Saccharine Trust,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Kerrie Biddell,
Chris & Cosey,
Isaac Hayes,
10cc,
Alphaville,
Intrusion,
The Grass Roots,
Adolescents,
Eddi Front,
Throbbing Gristle,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Scratch Acid,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Names,
The Electric Prunes,
The Dave Clark Five,
Boogie Down Productions,
Black Sheep,
Oblivians,
Moby Grape,
Rod Modell,
CMW,
Minor Threat,
The Toasters,
Henry Cow,
The Real Kids,
Mo-Dettes,
Buzzcocks,
Fluxion,
The Golliwogs,
Animal Collective,
Half Japanese,
Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence.
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.