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 Brazil and from New York.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 arpeggiator 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 Mantronix to the rock 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 Robert Wyatt. All the underground hits.
All David Bowie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kevin Saunderson 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Monolake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wings,
Deepchord,
Cymande,
Metal Thangz,
Scrapy,
Leonard Cohen,
Hardrive,
Rhythm & Sound,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
CMW,
The Gories,
Young Marble Giants,
Michelle Simonal,
B.T. Express,
Siglo XX,
Curtis Mayfield,
Nico,
Clear Light,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Pierre Henry,
Altered Images,
Quando Quango,
Marshall Jefferson,
Arcadia,
Gichy Dan,
Maurizio,
Oneida,
David Axelrod,
Q65,
Erykah Badu,
Avey Tare,
Mad Mike,
Dave Gahan,
ABC,
Barbara Tucker,
Adolescents,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ralphi Rosario,
Anthony Braxton,
Ronnie Foster,
The Vogues,
Slave,
Gang Green,
Mars,
Dual Sessions,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Martian,
Soul II Soul,
Y Pants,
The Cure,
The Busters,
Harry Pussy,
David Bowie,
New Age Steppers,
Basic Channel,
Flamin' Groovies,
Barclay James Harvest,
Grauzone,
Sun City Girls,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Infiniti,
These Immortal Souls,
The Sound, The Sound, The Sound, The Sound.
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.