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 South Africa and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 Seoul and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the sitar 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 Scion 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 K-Klass. All the underground hits.
All Agitation Free tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Parrish 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick May record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Flock of Seagulls,
Echospace,
Depeche Mode,
Nas,
cv313,
Country Teasers,
Bad Manners,
E-Dancer,
Adolescents,
Lou Reed,
The Moody Blues,
The Invisible,
The Real Kids,
The Mummies,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Alison Limerick,
Monolake,
Ken Boothe,
The Velvet Underground,
Easy Going,
Rosa Yemen,
Jeff Mills,
Reagan Youth,
The Modern Lovers,
Robert Wyatt,
Sun City Girls,
Smog,
Pussy Galore,
Magazine,
Nirvana,
H. Thieme,
Ultimate Spinach,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sixth Finger,
Pantaleimon,
The Monks,
Grandmaster Flash,
Zero Boys,
Fat Boys,
Radiopuhelimet,
Thee Headcoats,
Mark Hollis,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Tropical Tobacco,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Tremeloes,
Derrick May,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Amon Düül,
The Gories,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Rotary Connection,
T. Rex,
The Buckinghams,
The Shadows of Knight,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Hashim,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Dirtbombs,
Radiohead,
Frankie Knuckles,
Black Flag,
Index,
Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster.
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.