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 Tanzania and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the oboe 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 Los Fastidios to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Country Teasers. All the underground hits.
All Arcadia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Michelle Simonal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Royal Trux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Piero Umiliani,
the Association,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Accadde A,
The Kinks,
Inner City,
Al Stewart,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ultra Naté,
Nas,
Moby Grape,
The Detroit Cobras,
Dead Boys,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Neil Young,
AZ,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Deadbeat,
Gang of Four,
China Crisis,
Tim Buckley,
Gichy Dan,
Swans,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Buckinghams,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
LL Cool J,
Surgeon,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
In Retrospect,
Soft Cell,
KRS-One,
Section 25,
La Düsseldorf,
Soul Sonic Force,
Dawn Penn,
Shuggie Otis,
Public Image Ltd.,
Kayak,
FM Einheit,
Anakelly,
Darondo,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Tom Boy,
New Age Steppers,
The Modern Lovers,
Masters at Work,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Archie Shepp,
Sexual Harrassment,
Altered Images,
Ice-T,
Jeff Mills,
Eddi Front,
Sun Ra,
Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu.
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.