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 San Marino and from Mumbai.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Spokane.
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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Offenders to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Ultimate Spinach. All the underground hits.
All The Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quadrant 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moby Grape record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Groovy Waters,
LL Cool J,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Beau Brummels,
Excepter,
Lee Hazlewood,
Brick,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
John Foxx,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Rekid,
Technova,
Zero Boys,
H. Thieme,
Isaac Hayes,
Brothers Johnson,
Colin Newman,
Aaron Thompson,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Harmonia,
Neil Young,
Scott Walker,
Royal Trux,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ornette Coleman,
Sister Nancy,
Camouflage,
The Angels of Light,
John Holt,
World's Most,
The Moody Blues,
Bobby Womack,
Agent Orange,
Tomorrow,
Bronski Beat,
The Cowsills,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Theoretical Girls,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ken Boothe,
Franke,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The American Breed,
Pussy Galore,
Minutemen,
Gichy Dan,
The Fortunes,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Big Daddy Kane,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The J.B.'s,
The Busters,
Babytalk,
Cymande,
John Cale,
Sex Pistols,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Cramps,
Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra.
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.