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 Sierra Leone and from Copenhagen.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Scrapy to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Stockholm Monsters. All the underground hits.
All Inner City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Talk Talk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Martian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bauhaus,
Rites of Spring,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Last Poets,
The Mojo Men,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
the Sonics,
Ohio Players,
Ponytail,
Lucky Dragons,
Sun City Girls,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Deakin,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Evens,
Black Pus,
The Blackbyrds,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lower 48,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Khruangbin,
Gregory Isaacs,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Trojans,
Barbara Tucker,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Velvet Underground,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Camberwell Now,
Hasil Adkins,
The Stooges,
Liliput,
The Associates,
Trumans Water,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sight & Sound,
The Sound,
Echospace,
Camouflage,
Goldenarms,
The Music Machine,
Livin' Joy,
Unrelated Segments,
The Wake,
Brass Construction,
Steve Hackett,
Throbbing Gristle,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Searchers,
World's Most,
the Human League,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
EPMD,
Joyce Sims,
The Skatalites,
Zapp, Zapp, Zapp, Zapp.
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.