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 Papua New Guinea and from Lyon.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Rapeman to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Dave Clark Five. All the underground hits.
All John Foxx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every These Immortal Souls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kas Product 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?
Harpers Bizarre,
The Beau Brummels,
Essential Logic,
Girls At Our Best!,
Drive Like Jehu,
Matthew Halsall,
The Names,
Oneida,
The Stooges,
Reagan Youth,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
John Cale,
Groovy Waters,
The Buckinghams,
Chris Corsano,
AZ,
Skriet,
B.T. Express,
Crispian St. Peters,
Television Personalities,
The Moleskins,
Yaz,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bronski Beat,
Michelle Simonal,
Josef K,
Siglo XX,
Faraquet,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Happenings,
Pere Ubu,
Cluster,
Hardrive,
Scratch Acid,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Jandek,
Mr. Review,
Magazine,
New Order,
Eric Copeland,
Clear Light,
Ornette Coleman,
Graham Central Station,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Residents,
The Electric Prunes,
Q and Not U,
The Modern Lovers,
The Busters,
Bang On A Can,
Crime,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Arcadia,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Pierre Henry,
Bobby Womack,
Aswad,
The Cowsills,
Quadrant,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Cameo, Cameo, Cameo, Cameo.
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.