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 Colombia and from Philadelphia.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Unwound. All the underground hits.
All the Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reuben Wilson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool Moe Dee,
Eli Mardock,
Audionom,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Monolake,
Sound Behaviour,
The Moody Blues,
Accadde A,
Gichy Dan,
Moebius,
Organ,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Move,
Funky Four + One,
Radiohead,
Stereo Dub,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ponytail,
Easy Going,
UT,
Barrington Levy,
Warsaw,
Amazonics,
Jeff Lynne,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bob Dylan,
Amon Düül,
Adolescents,
Gastr Del Sol,
Pantytec,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Flash Fearless,
Rotary Connection,
The Angels of Light,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Matthew Halsall,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Tremeloes,
Reagan Youth,
Silicon Teens,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ituana,
Q and Not U,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ten City,
Cabaret Voltaire,
the Human League,
Stetsasonic,
The Flesh Eaters,
Jandek,
Newcleus,
Suburban Knight,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Monks,
Marvin Gaye,
Gang of Four,
Unwound,
The Associates,
Cybotron,
Symarip,
Livin' Joy,
Mantronix,
The Cramps,
Neu!, Neu!, Neu!, Neu!.
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.