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 Bahamas and from Stockholm.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Happenings to the techno 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 John Holt. All the underground hits.
All This Heat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unwound 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crime,
Arthur Verocai,
Livin' Joy,
Essential Logic,
Circle Jerks,
AZ,
Marshall Jefferson,
Kool Moe Dee,
Yellowson,
U.S. Maple,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Y Pants,
Desert Stars,
Matthew Halsall,
Aaron Thompson,
Das Ding,
Lungfish,
Nas,
The Move,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Fuzztones,
Big Daddy Kane,
Rosa Yemen,
Sparks,
Carl Craig,
Robert Wyatt,
Roy Ayers,
X-101,
Man Parrish,
the Association,
Pharoah Sanders,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Peter and Kerry,
Mantronix,
Magma,
Faust,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Slits,
the Fania All-Stars,
Model 500,
Television,
Janne Schatter,
The Gladiators,
Hoover,
Sarah Menescal,
Scrapy,
Infiniti,
The Buckinghams,
The Victims,
Slick Rick,
Glenn Branca,
a-ha,
Scott Walker,
Eurythmics,
Adolescents,
Jerry's Kids,
These Immortal Souls,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Beau Brummels,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt.
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.