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 East Timor and from Sao Paulo.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 harpsichord 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 Scott Walker to the electroclash 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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron. All the underground hits.
All DeepChord presents Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Niagra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Colin Newman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Banda Bassotti,
Slave,
T.S.O.L.,
Kaleidoscope,
CMW,
Agitation Free,
MC5,
FM Einheit,
Girls At Our Best!,
48th St. Collective,
The Raincoats,
Stiv Bators,
The Tremeloes,
Quadrant,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Evens,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Magma,
Dennis Brown,
Pole,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Aural Exciters,
Pagans,
Amon Düül,
Subhumans,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Max Romeo,
Nation of Ulysses,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Joy Division,
Eric Copeland,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Iggy Pop,
Alison Limerick,
R.M.O.,
Spoonie Gee,
Brothers Johnson,
10cc,
Barry Ungar,
Tommy Roe,
Henry Cow,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Black Dice,
Suicide,
OOIOO,
Maleditus Sound,
Gang Starr,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Delta 5,
The Smoke,
Young Marble Giants,
The Divine Comedy,
Isaac Hayes,
Graham Central Station,
Sugar Minott,
the Germs,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover.
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.