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 Tanzania and from Manchester.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 mellotron 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 A Flock of Seagulls to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Eric B and Rakim. All the underground hits.
All The Star Department tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sister Nancy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skaos,
Pulsallama,
The Motions,
Pole,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Tubeway Army,
Minor Threat,
Babytalk,
Slave,
Joyce Sims,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Nirvana,
The Dave Clark Five,
Isaac Hayes,
Suburban Knight,
Pussy Galore,
Yusef Lateef,
Metal Thangz,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Dual Sessions,
The Music Machine,
The United States of America,
Judy Mowatt,
Mary Jane Girls,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Pretty Things,
The Searchers,
Fela Kuti,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Neon Judgement,
Goldenarms,
Lou Christie,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Toni Rubio,
Robert Hood,
The Happenings,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Marvin Gaye,
Zero Boys,
The Smiths,
Ornette Coleman,
Basic Channel,
Flipper,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Rapeman,
Sugar Minott,
Tears for Fears,
Guru Guru,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sun Ra,
Freddie Wadling,
Deakin,
The Tremeloes,
Barrington Levy,
LL Cool J,
Wire,
Shoche,
Susan Cadogan,
Cecil Taylor,
Animal Collective,
the Association, the Association, the Association, the Association.
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.