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 Kenya and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 Madrid and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Talk Talk 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 The Last Poets. All the underground hits.
All Ice-T tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blues Magoos record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Shadows of Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Animal Collective,
Blake Baxter,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Grauzone,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Stooges,
D'Angelo,
The Toasters,
The Selecter,
X-102,
The Monochrome Set,
The Cramps,
X-Ray Spex,
Boredoms,
Black Bananas,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Scrapy,
Frankie Knuckles,
Peter & Gordon,
The Techniques,
Mad Mike,
Scott Walker,
The Happenings,
Dawn Penn,
Mandrill,
Freddie Wadling,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Busters,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Dual Sessions,
Camouflage,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Toni Rubio,
The Buckinghams,
Rapeman,
Ultra Naté,
Amon Düül II,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Derrick May,
June Days,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Gun Club,
the Sonics,
Electric Prunes,
DJ Sneak,
K-Klass,
Nils Olav,
Soul Sonic Force,
Gabor Szabo,
These Immortal Souls,
The Gap Band,
Masters at Work,
Lindisfarne,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Standells,
The Pretty Things,
The Sonics,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Silicon Teens,
Rites of Spring,
Gang of Four,
Steve Hackett,
Bobby Byrd,
Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear.
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.