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 Pakistan and from Toronto.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 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 The Smiths to the grunge 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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity. All the underground hits.
All Warsaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mighty Diamonds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Young Rascals record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Davy DMX,
La Düsseldorf,
Jeff Lynne,
Moby Grape,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Last Poets,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Easy Going,
Shuggie Otis,
Nirvana,
Section 25,
Flipper,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Gap Band,
the Normal,
The Blackbyrds,
Boogie Down Productions,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Mark Hollis,
Chris & Cosey,
Eve St. Jones,
Sam Rivers,
The Toasters,
Negative Approach,
Cybotron,
Pantytec,
Sonic Youth,
The Barracudas,
Blossom Toes,
Donald Byrd,
June of 44,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Monks,
Fela Kuti,
Monolake,
The Moody Blues,
Freddie Wadling,
The Moleskins,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Cramps,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Warren Ellis,
Bobby Byrd,
Brick,
Connie Case,
Q65,
Flamin' Groovies,
Tres Demented,
The Saints,
Chris Corsano,
The Dirtbombs,
Surgeon,
Jimmy McGriff,
Saccharine Trust,
Arthur Verocai,
Deepchord,
Black Sheep,
Accadde A,
K-Klass,
Dennis Brown,
Bizarre Inc.,
X-Ray Spex,
Nas,
Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn.
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.