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 Canada and from Lyon.
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 Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Basic Channel to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Steve Hackett. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liaisons Dangereuses record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Mills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Raincoats,
Monks,
Soulsonic Force,
Bob Dylan,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Gastr Del Sol,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
China Crisis,
Ossler,
AZ,
The Smiths,
Slick Rick,
Pantytec,
Tomorrow,
Lightning Bolt,
Metal Thangz,
Marvin Gaye,
Jandek,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Donald Byrd,
The Human League,
Arcadia,
The Knickerbockers,
John Foxx,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Oneida,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Arthur Verocai,
Skaos,
Blossom Toes,
Henry Cow,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Divine Comedy,
Bobby Byrd,
Skriet,
Mr. Review,
Fela Kuti,
Matthew Halsall,
The Misunderstood,
Carl Craig,
Sister Nancy,
Aural Exciters,
The Evens,
Porter Ricks,
Wally Richardson,
The Blues Magoos,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
X-102,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Fad Gadget,
Avey Tare,
Steve Hackett,
Alton Ellis,
Model 500,
Anthony Braxton,
Nico, Nico, Nico, Nico.
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.