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 France and from Glasgow.
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 Sao Paulo and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Lee Hazlewood to the grunge 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 Symarip. All the underground hits.
All Symarip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pole 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glambeats Corp. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Tubeway Army,
The Evens,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Sonics,
Matthew Halsall,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Radio Birdman,
Banda Bassotti,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Fall,
Wolf Eyes,
Gabor Szabo,
The Young Rascals,
Robert Hood,
Laurel Aitken,
Yellowson,
Thompson Twins,
Skaos,
Wally Richardson,
Alphaville,
Pole,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Detroit Cobras,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Ohio Players,
Eddi Front,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Brick,
Avey Tare,
Suburban Knight,
Idris Muhammad,
Accadde A,
L. Decosne,
Echospace,
Bob Dylan,
Anakelly,
Althea and Donna,
Groovy Waters,
Aloha Tigers,
Audionom,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Agent Orange,
Technova,
Colin Newman,
The Sound,
Carl Craig,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Rakim,
X-101,
Alice Coltrane,
Sister Nancy,
Bobby Womack,
Deepchord,
Interpol,
Eli Mardock,
The Toasters,
Pantaleimon,
Man Parrish,
Warren Ellis,
Minnie Riperton,
Smog, Smog, Smog, Smog.
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.