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 United Kingdom and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Skriet. All the underground hits.
All Wolf Eyes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Walker Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Japan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Khruangbin,
The Moody Blues,
Nik Kershaw,
Peter and Kerry,
The Gladiators,
One Last Wish,
R.M.O.,
Sun Ra,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Vladislav Delay,
Marshall Jefferson,
F. McDonald,
KRS-One,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Supertramp,
John Cale,
Wire,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Fire Engines,
Unwound,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Essential Logic,
Average White Band,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Gories,
The Neon Judgement,
The Remains,
The Star Department,
DJ Style,
It's A Beautiful Day,
B.T. Express,
Theoretical Girls,
Yazoo,
Graham Central Station,
X-Ray Spex,
Terrestrial Tones,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Golliwogs,
Warsaw,
Danielle Patucci,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Cure,
Crispy Ambulance,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Stetsasonic,
Sam Rivers,
Banda Bassotti,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Peter & Gordon,
Swell Maps,
Faraquet,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
AZ,
Deadbeat,
Pantytec,
Babytalk,
Josef K,
The Human League,
The Red Krayola,
Unrelated Segments,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds.
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.