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 Saudi Arabia and from Taipei.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 synthesizer 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 Schoolly D to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Gang Green. All the underground hits.
All Lebanon Hanover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angels of Light & Akron/Family record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barclay James Harvest record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television,
The Index,
Kayak,
David McCallum,
In Retrospect,
Mad Mike,
Yellowson,
Saccharine Trust,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Angels of Light,
Soulsonic Force,
Junior Murvin,
Outsiders,
Minor Threat,
Lee Hazlewood,
kango's stein massive,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Nils Olav,
Andrew Hill,
Ohio Players,
Panda Bear,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Black Bananas,
Shuggie Otis,
the Slits,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ultra Naté,
The Alarm Clocks,
Deadbeat,
U.S. Maple,
Trumans Water,
Pet Shop Boys,
Patti Smith,
James Chance & The Contortions,
the Bar-Kays,
New Age Steppers,
It's A Beautiful Day,
D'Angelo,
The Blues Magoos,
Gerry Rafferty,
The J.B.'s,
The Moody Blues,
Agitation Free,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Mission of Burma,
Peter & Gordon,
Public Enemy,
Gong,
Circle Jerks,
The Black Dice,
Excepter,
Eddi Front,
The Motions,
Don Cherry,
Dark Day,
Nirvana,
The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats.
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.