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 Seychelles and from Cairo.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Agent Orange to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T. Rex 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Panda Bear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Los Fastidios,
Crash Course in Science,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Grey Daturas,
Ten City,
Darondo,
the Swans,
The Flesh Eaters,
Roger Hodgson,
The Misunderstood,
Laurel Aitken,
Mad Mike,
The Busters,
8 Eyed Spy,
Black Bananas,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Fatback Band,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The United States of America,
the Normal,
Japan,
Brick,
Gregory Isaacs,
China Crisis,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Minnie Riperton,
Sandy B,
Rod Modell,
Stiv Bators,
Roxy Music,
The Fire Engines,
KRS-One,
Ultra Naté,
Marc Almond,
Index,
Oneida,
Neil Young,
Donny Hathaway,
Bobby Byrd,
In Retrospect,
Black Moon,
The Seeds,
Rekid,
Aaron Thompson,
The Music Machine,
Cybotron,
Marshall Jefferson,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sound Behaviour,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bronski Beat,
Roy Ayers,
Supertramp,
Television Personalities,
Sparks,
Dual Sessions,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Excepter,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Babytalk,
Brothers Johnson,
Stereo Dub,
The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement.
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.