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 Ireland and from Cairo.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Joe Smooth to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Young Rascals. All the underground hits.
All Deakin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echo & the Bunnymen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gichy Dan,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ultravox,
Gastr Del Sol,
Matthew Halsall,
Motorama,
Crime,
Kerri Chandler,
The American Breed,
Pussy Galore,
Loose Ends,
Bronski Beat,
Kool Moe Dee,
Hot Snakes,
Accadde A,
Trumans Water,
Pierre Henry,
Angry Samoans,
Sight & Sound,
The Offenders,
Lightning Bolt,
The Cowsills,
The Monks,
Scion,
Electric Prunes,
The Black Dice,
Malaria!,
Radiohead,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Divine Comedy,
the Bar-Kays,
the Fania All-Stars,
Kurtis Blow,
Derrick Morgan,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Popol Vuh,
Wings,
Sugar Minott,
Oblivians,
Depeche Mode,
Gerry Rafferty,
the Sonics,
Piero Umiliani,
The United States of America,
the Germs,
Glenn Branca,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Essential Logic,
Marvin Gaye,
Interpol,
Sarah Menescal,
Technova,
Steve Hackett,
Agent Orange,
Sixth Finger,
Bluetip,
Lower 48,
Hoover,
The Shadows of Knight,
Porter Ricks,
Ice-T,
Excepter,
U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple.
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.