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 Delhi.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Young Rascals 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 Barry Ungar. All the underground hits.
All Ash Ra Tempel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Young Rascals record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skarface record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
a-ha,
Spoonie Gee,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Skarface,
Depeche Mode,
Inner City,
OOIOO,
Bauhaus,
The Electric Prunes,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Surgeon,
Tubeway Army,
Das Ding,
Yusef Lateef,
Country Teasers,
Half Japanese,
Alice Coltrane,
Arab on Radar,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
These Immortal Souls,
Josef K,
Laurel Aitken,
Byron Stingily,
Metal Thangz,
Popol Vuh,
The Real Kids,
The Searchers,
Little Man,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Leonard Cohen,
X-Ray Spex,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sun City Girls,
Janne Schatter,
The Leaves,
Donald Byrd,
The Techniques,
The American Breed,
Marmalade,
The Stooges,
Wally Richardson,
Camouflage,
Sugar Minott,
Von Mondo,
U.S. Maple,
Aaron Thompson,
Whodini,
Pantaleimon,
Delta 5,
Tears for Fears,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Tremeloes,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
the Normal,
The Pop Group,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Joyce Sims,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Invisible,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Martian, The Martian, The Martian, The Martian.
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.