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 Benin 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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 organ 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 Mighty Diamonds to the rap 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 The Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Notorious Big And Bone Thugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Colin Newman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Con Funk Shun record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Beau Brummels,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Intrusion,
Maleditus Sound,
John Coltrane,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sam Rivers,
Joe Finger,
Accadde A,
The Mighty Diamonds,
the Association,
Goldenarms,
Jawbox,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ken Boothe,
The Offenders,
The Human League,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Youth Brigade,
Camouflage,
Yellowson,
Cecil Taylor,
Nick Fraelich,
10cc,
Livin' Joy,
K-Klass,
Saccharine Trust,
Smog,
The J.B.'s,
This Heat,
Mary Jane Girls,
Theoretical Girls,
Altered Images,
Procol Harum,
Can,
Godley & Creme,
Don Cherry,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
June Days,
Shuggie Otis,
Eddi Front,
Josef K,
Essential Logic,
Morten Harket,
Ultimate Spinach,
DJ Style,
Oneida,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Rites of Spring,
Absolute Body Control,
Rufus Thomas,
Reuben Wilson,
Matthew Halsall,
Fela Kuti,
The Associates,
Grauzone,
Johnny Clarke,
Main Source,
Robert Hood,
Dark Day,
Donald Byrd,
Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck.
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.