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 Senegal and from Lyon.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 cv313 to the rock 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 Eddi Front. All the underground hits.
All Man Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minnie Riperton 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sexual Harrassment record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television Personalities,
The Toasters,
Bobby Sherman,
The Tremeloes,
Joensuu 1685,
Soft Machine,
Trumans Water,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Throbbing Gristle,
Gang Starr,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Eden Ahbez,
Iggy Pop,
Basic Channel,
World's Most,
Maurizio,
Niagra,
Neil Young,
DJ Sneak,
Donny Hathaway,
Quantec,
Pussy Galore,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Dirtbombs,
Skriet,
Kerrie Biddell,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Erykah Badu,
Kevin Saunderson,
Rekid,
Scrapy,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Althea and Donna,
Byron Stingily,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Detroit Cobras,
Deadbeat,
Fad Gadget,
UT,
Lightning Bolt,
David McCallum,
The Selecter,
Avey Tare,
The Dead C,
New Order,
Eric Dolphy,
Jerry's Kids,
Deepchord,
Au Pairs,
Depeche Mode,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sam Rivers,
Chrome,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Gun Club,
Sällskapet,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Kayak,
Dorothy Ashby,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Soft Cell,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band.
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.