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 Kyrgyzstan 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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Panda Bear to the techno 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 Blake Baxter. All the underground hits.
All Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every F. McDonald 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eve St. Jones,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Anakelly,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Magazine,
Can,
Tim Buckley,
The Cure,
Malaria!,
Black Bananas,
Fluxion,
Morten Harket,
The Real Kids,
Roxy Music,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
John Lydon,
the Slits,
Quadrant,
Neu!,
Glambeats Corp.,
Massinfluence,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Skarface,
The Invisible,
A Certain Ratio,
Jesper Dahlback,
Tears for Fears,
Hot Snakes,
Camberwell Now,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Dave Clark Five,
U.S. Maple,
Jacques Brel,
Schoolly D,
Albert Ayler,
Agitation Free,
Khruangbin,
Joe Smooth,
Lucky Dragons,
Symarip,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Swell Maps,
The Knickerbockers,
Lower 48,
Gang of Four,
Make Up,
Judy Mowatt,
The Modern Lovers,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Gang Starr,
Dual Sessions,
ABC,
Godley & Creme,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Chris Corsano,
Funky Four + One,
The Motions,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Raincoats,
Talk Talk,
the Sonics,
Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans.
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.