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 Norway and from Lyon.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Moss Icon to the punk 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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo. All the underground hits.
All Model 500 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sugar Minott record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fifty Foot Hose record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chrome,
The Offenders,
Jeff Mills,
Zero Boys,
Qualms,
Fear,
Girls At Our Best!,
Black Pus,
Vladislav Delay,
Bluetip,
Gang of Four,
Fluxion,
The Seeds,
Sugar Minott,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Dark Day,
Gastr Del Sol,
Amon Düül II,
Shoche,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Flesh Eaters,
Surgeon,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Boz Scaggs,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Pretty Things,
The Electric Prunes,
The Motions,
Das Ding,
Fat Boys,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Talk Talk,
Heaven 17,
Schoolly D,
Camouflage,
Arcadia,
The Five Americans,
The New Christs,
Oblivians,
X-Ray Spex,
Pole,
Lyres,
Curtis Mayfield,
the Fania All-Stars,
Wally Richardson,
The Slackers,
The Birthday Party,
The Fuzztones,
Skriet,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Tears for Fears,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Sonics,
Donny Hathaway,
Dorothy Ashby,
Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas.
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.