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 Chad and from Philadelphia.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Janne Schatter to the techno 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 Lakeside. All the underground hits.
All Flash Fearless tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Iggy Pop record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deakin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Black Dice,
Model 500,
Ossler,
Bush Tetras,
The Fire Engines,
Young Marble Giants,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sixth Finger,
Jeff Mills,
Jeff Lynne,
Byron Stingily,
Crash Course in Science,
Terry Callier,
Drexciya,
Crispian St. Peters,
Donny Hathaway,
New Age Steppers,
Dark Day,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Andrew Hill,
Funky Four + One,
Heaven 17,
The J.B.'s,
Swans,
Ornette Coleman,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lou Christie,
Eli Mardock,
Fad Gadget,
Sarah Menescal,
June Days,
ABC,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Scratch Acid,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Associates,
Mr. Review,
Soft Machine,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Slave,
Radiopuhelimet,
Harpers Bizarre,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Pere Ubu,
Joyce Sims,
KRS-One,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Monochrome Set,
Scan 7,
The Cowsills,
The Happenings,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Charles Mingus,
Neil Young,
Tears for Fears,
Mission of Burma,
Barry Ungar,
Scott Walker,
New York Dolls,
The Fortunes,
Gerry Rafferty,
Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel.
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.