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 Vietnam and from Manila.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 guitar 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 Swell Maps to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Trojans. All the underground hits.
All Justin Hinds & The Dominoes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Au Pairs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terror Squad Feat. Camron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Letta Mbulu,
Monolake,
Jacob Miller,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Neon Judgement,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Livin' Joy,
Marcia Griffiths,
Talk Talk,
Junior Murvin,
Tomorrow,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Skatalites,
The Shadows of Knight,
a-ha,
Scion,
Tears for Fears,
Rapeman,
Blake Baxter,
Subhumans,
Pylon,
Flash Fearless,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Count Five,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Youth Brigade,
The Detroit Cobras,
Fugazi,
Flipper,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Drive Like Jehu,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Human League,
Joy Division,
Connie Case,
Funkadelic,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Hashim,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Vogues,
Cymande,
Michelle Simonal,
The Smoke,
The Gladiators,
Hoover,
Crooked Eye,
Sexual Harrassment,
the Soft Cell,
Neu!,
Matthew Halsall,
Bobby Byrd,
Little Man,
China Crisis,
Mantronix,
Maleditus Sound,
Parry Music,
Lou Reed,
The Misunderstood,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bootsy Collins,
The Evens,
Mark Hollis,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus.
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.