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 Solomon Islands and from Copenhagen.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Q and Not U to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Girls At Our Best!. All the underground hits.
All Man Eating Sloth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kevin Saunderson 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Osbourne,
Rapeman,
Fear,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Angels of Light,
Quantec,
Banda Bassotti,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Moody Blues,
Alison Limerick,
AZ,
Brand Nubian,
Kayak,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Aswad,
Bizarre Inc.,
Curtis Mayfield,
Eddi Front,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Kinks,
Unwound,
The Names,
Roxy Music,
Althea and Donna,
Aloha Tigers,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Suburban Knight,
Idris Muhammad,
Swans,
Mission of Burma,
The Smoke,
Q and Not U,
Eli Mardock,
Panda Bear,
Nas,
Accadde A,
The Busters,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Five Americans,
X-Ray Spex,
Fad Gadget,
Donny Hathaway,
Marvin Gaye,
Carl Craig,
Visage,
Flipper,
Ken Boothe,
Neil Young,
Dave Gahan,
Junior Murvin,
The Gun Club,
Peter & Gordon,
The Detroit Cobras,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Isaac Hayes,
Groovy Waters,
H. Thieme,
Gregory Isaacs,
Slick Rick,
Ten City,
Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions.
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.