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 New Zealand and from Stockholm.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 marimba 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 Country Joe & The Fish to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Lebanon Hanover. All the underground hits.
All Rotary Connection tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Wyatt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Joy Division,
Spoonie Gee,
Dave Gahan,
Pole,
David McCallum,
Dennis Brown,
Average White Band,
Zero Boys,
Wire,
Black Sheep,
Malaria!,
Maleditus Sound,
Vainqueur,
Mark Hollis,
The Birthday Party,
Ash Ra Tempel,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Monolake,
The Doobie Brothers,
Magma,
the Bar-Kays,
Kool Moe Dee,
Guru Guru,
Metal Thangz,
The Residents,
The Fortunes,
Throbbing Gristle,
Jacob Miller,
Ten City,
Crispian St. Peters,
Flipper,
Masters at Work,
Rhythm & Sound,
June of 44,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ossler,
Eric B and Rakim,
Shuggie Otis,
Nirvana,
Excepter,
Marcia Griffiths,
Howard Jones,
The Motions,
Henry Cow,
Gang Gang Dance,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sam Rivers,
Young Marble Giants,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Joyce Sims,
The Dead C,
F. McDonald,
Crash Course in Science,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Technova,
Minor Threat,
The Golliwogs,
Gang Green,
Au Pairs,
Josef K,
Audionom, Audionom, Audionom, Audionom.
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.