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 United States and from Tehran.
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 Delhi and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Electric Light Orchestra to the punk 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 Agitation Free. All the underground hits.
All Rotary Connection tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Pus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Silicon Teens,
The Golliwogs,
Oblivians,
Roxy Music,
Basic Channel,
Idris Muhammad,
Scrapy,
Heaven 17,
Sällskapet,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lindisfarne,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Thompson Twins,
Rites of Spring,
Kaleidoscope,
Skarface,
Derrick Morgan,
Flash Fearless,
DNA,
kango's stein massive,
Neil Young,
Buzzcocks,
Freddie Wadling,
Robert Wyatt,
Gil Scott Heron,
Skriet,
The Gladiators,
Public Enemy,
Reagan Youth,
Roxette,
Nick Fraelich,
Sarah Menescal,
In Retrospect,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Man Parrish,
Dark Day,
8 Eyed Spy,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Half Japanese,
Bob Dylan,
Cluster,
Henry Cow,
Tres Demented,
Spoonie Gee,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Barracudas,
Reuben Wilson,
The Move,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Organ,
The Litter,
Negative Approach,
The Dirtbombs,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lakeside,
The Pretty Things,
Television Personalities,
Deadbeat,
Masters at Work,
Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman.
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.