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 Italy and from Columbus.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 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 Joensuu 1685 to the crunk 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 Vainqueur. All the underground hits.
All Parry Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Sheep,
Clear Light,
Pantytec,
Brothers Johnson,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Beau Brummels,
The Tremeloes,
Ten City,
Kool Moe Dee,
Black Pus,
Glenn Branca,
Laurel Aitken,
Von Mondo,
Big Daddy Kane,
Blancmange,
Carl Craig,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Doors,
The Motions,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sandy B,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Talk Talk,
Marmalade,
The Count Five,
The Monochrome Set,
Michelle Simonal,
The Pretty Things,
The Index,
Bad Manners,
Leonard Cohen,
ABC,
Blake Baxter,
Flash Fearless,
Marcia Griffiths,
Public Image Ltd.,
Scientists,
Eric Dolphy,
Bobby Womack,
Pet Shop Boys,
Minor Threat,
Gichy Dan,
Soul Sonic Force,
the Germs,
Stiv Bators,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Television,
Livin' Joy,
Massinfluence,
Sister Nancy,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lalann,
AZ,
Stockholm Monsters,
Pierre Henry,
Rod Modell,
Mars,
Gang Starr,
The Real Kids,
Goldenarms,
Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne.
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.