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 Cuba and from Johannesburg.
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 Johannesburg and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel 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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog. All the underground hits.
All Whodini tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bluetip record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Selector Dub Narcotic 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?
Yellowson,
Marvin Gaye,
Smog,
The Monochrome Set,
Inner City,
The Motions,
Stereo Dub,
Guru Guru,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Remains,
This Heat,
Outsiders,
David McCallum,
Groovy Waters,
Accadde A,
Terry Callier,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Wolf Eyes,
Cecil Taylor,
Todd Terry,
ABC,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ten City,
Erasure,
Lindisfarne,
Icehouse,
Soulsonic Force,
Siglo XX,
Tropical Tobacco,
Popol Vuh,
The Birthday Party,
The Stooges,
a-ha,
Johnny Osbourne,
Graham Central Station,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Y Pants,
Eric Copeland,
Crispian St. Peters,
Faust,
The Neon Judgement,
Michelle Simonal,
Sällskapet,
Chrome,
Motorama,
Heaven 17,
Bobby Womack,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Second Layer,
Pylon,
Mr. Review,
The Grass Roots,
Q and Not U,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Martian,
Bizarre Inc.,
Tomorrow,
Oblivians,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sunsets and Hearts,
One Last Wish,
Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget.
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.