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 Saudi Arabia and from Lagos.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 organ 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 Kenny Larkin to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Leaves. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young & Crazy Horse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gap Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Symarip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry Gold Smith,
Flash Fearless,
B.T. Express,
Newcleus,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
the Human League,
Organ,
Donny Hathaway,
Monolake,
Lalo Schifrin,
Yazoo,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Smog,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Royal Trux,
Wolf Eyes,
The Trojans,
Leonard Cohen,
Aloha Tigers,
Eric Dolphy,
The Blues Magoos,
Peter & Gordon,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ten City,
The Velvet Underground,
D'Angelo,
Negative Approach,
Circle Jerks,
Minor Threat,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Associates,
Tres Demented,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Reuben Wilson,
Black Flag,
Unwound,
Aswad,
The Real Kids,
Intrusion,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Alarm Clocks,
New Age Steppers,
The Toasters,
Con Funk Shun,
Jacques Brel,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Nico,
Jeff Lynne,
Stereo Dub,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Marine Girls,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ken Boothe,
ABC,
Scientists,
Kayak,
Henry Cow,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ludus,
Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol.
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.