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 Liberia and from Lagos.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Winnipeg.
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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin 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 Quadrant to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Fall. All the underground hits.
All Lonnie Liston Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scientists 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 a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Qualms,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ponytail,
Matthew Bourne,
Wire,
Moby Grape,
Shoche,
Loose Ends,
the Bar-Kays,
Echospace,
Drexciya,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Television Personalities,
Juan Atkins,
Joe Finger,
Schoolly D,
The Slackers,
Bill Wells,
Black Moon,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
David Bowie,
Siglo XX,
Harmonia,
Metal Thangz,
Lindisfarne,
The Beau Brummels,
The Angels of Light,
Radiohead,
Monolake,
Sister Nancy,
Fluxion,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Traffic Nightmare,
Cal Tjader,
The American Breed,
K-Klass,
Bootsy Collins,
Grauzone,
Judy Mowatt,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lalann,
Jacob Miller,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Little Man,
Mantronix,
The United States of America,
Eli Mardock,
Rosa Yemen,
Avey Tare,
Franke,
These Immortal Souls,
H. Thieme,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Henry Cow,
Radio Birdman,
Anthony Braxton,
Aloha Tigers,
Minutemen,
Magma,
Camouflage,
The Searchers,
The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges.
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.