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 Japan and from Taipei.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Roxy Music to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Aural Exciters. All the underground hits.
All John Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angels of Light & Akron/Family record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chrome record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantytec,
Rapeman,
X-102,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Remains,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Dead C,
Agent Orange,
The American Breed,
Yazoo,
Danielle Patucci,
The Alarm Clocks,
Scratch Acid,
Lakeside,
Matthew Halsall,
Electric Prunes,
Tropical Tobacco,
Eric Dolphy,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Warsaw,
Visage,
The Pretty Things,
Nation of Ulysses,
Jacques Brel,
Aural Exciters,
Robert Hood,
Dawn Penn,
Barrington Levy,
The Golliwogs,
Intrusion,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Moby Grape,
Sex Pistols,
Alison Limerick,
Infiniti,
The Dirtbombs,
Massinfluence,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Audionom,
Motorama,
The Slackers,
Lou Reed,
The Zeros,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Kaleidoscope,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Pere Ubu,
Eurythmics,
Silicon Teens,
Bauhaus,
The Gladiators,
The Trojans,
Magazine,
Hoover,
Minny Pops,
Donny Hathaway,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Selecter,
Groovy Waters,
T.S.O.L.,
Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon.
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.