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 Sweden and from Jakarta.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 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 Rod Modell to the electroclash 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 Tears for Fears. All the underground hits.
All The Gladiators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oblivians record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Second Layer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Associates,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
JFA,
Moss Icon,
Stereo Dub,
Oneida,
Wolf Eyes,
Panda Bear,
Spandau Ballet,
Stockholm Monsters,
Faust,
Alton Ellis,
Gregory Isaacs,
Pierre Henry,
Bluetip,
Gong,
Jerry's Kids,
Warsaw,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Zeros,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
AZ,
Subhumans,
Donny Hathaway,
Excepter,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Section 25,
B.T. Express,
Das Ding,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
In Retrospect,
Aloha Tigers,
Eric Copeland,
Heaven 17,
Nik Kershaw,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
X-Ray Spex,
Talk Talk,
Gil Scott Heron,
the Soft Cell,
Mandrill,
New York Dolls,
X-102,
The Cure,
Gichy Dan,
Technova,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Sonics,
F. McDonald,
Infiniti,
Joe Smooth,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Desert Stars,
The Index,
Aswad,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Todd Rundgren,
Scan 7,
Funky Four + One,
Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music.
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.