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 Cameroon and from Accra.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Alphaville to the rap 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 John Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sixth Finger record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glambeats Corp. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lightning Bolt,
Soul II Soul,
Reagan Youth,
Kayak,
The Pop Group,
Sällskapet,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Excepter,
Bill Wells,
Joensuu 1685,
The Misunderstood,
Minor Threat,
Freddie Wadling,
Wasted Youth,
Popol Vuh,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Index,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Inner City,
Sugar Minott,
The Residents,
Matthew Halsall,
Whodini,
The Fall,
The Alarm Clocks,
Bobby Sherman,
D'Angelo,
Nils Olav,
Bobby Byrd,
The Skatalites,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Avey Tare,
Icehouse,
Buzzcocks,
Crime,
Blake Baxter,
Rotary Connection,
Jimmy McGriff,
Tres Demented,
Janne Schatter,
Theoretical Girls,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Arthur Verocai,
Steve Hackett,
Anakelly,
The Real Kids,
Roxy Music,
This Heat,
Eric Copeland,
The Slits,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Standells,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Invisible,
Model 500,
June Days,
Duran Duran,
Porter Ricks,
Sonic Youth,
Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow.
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.