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 States and from Houston.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 snare 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 June of 44 to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Carl Craig. All the underground hits.
All Section 25 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra Arkestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Niagra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tropical Tobacco,
Max Romeo,
Malaria!,
The Vogues,
Josef K,
Funky Four + One,
Lucky Dragons,
Groovy Waters,
Los Fastidios,
Pierre Henry,
Television Personalities,
Blancmange,
Ronan,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lou Christie,
Roxette,
John Coltrane,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Index,
Magazine,
Television,
Erykah Badu,
The Neon Judgement,
Nils Olav,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Fall,
Black Flag,
Marvin Gaye,
The New Christs,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Juan Atkins,
Bobby Byrd,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Popol Vuh,
Monks,
Fear,
Joe Smooth,
Stiv Bators,
Joey Negro,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Man Eating Sloth,
Kool Moe Dee,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Eli Mardock,
The Slackers,
Simply Red,
Supertramp,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Black Dice,
Mo-Dettes,
Johnny Osbourne,
Accadde A,
Half Japanese,
Scratch Acid,
Jandek,
The Kinks,
Nick Fraelich,
Frankie Knuckles,
Susan Cadogan,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Negative Approach,
World's Most, World's Most, World's Most, World's Most.
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.