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 Afghanistan and from Glasgow.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 linndrum 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 Ultimate Spinach to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Pulsallama. All the underground hits.
All The Peanut Butter Conspiracy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlback record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Adolescents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smiths,
Hardrive,
Little Man,
Fela Kuti,
Spoonie Gee,
Bobby Womack,
Los Fastidios,
Connie Case,
Wolf Eyes,
Josef K,
Soft Machine,
Boredoms,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Funkadelic,
Gregory Isaacs,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Detroit Cobras,
Danielle Patucci,
EPMD,
The Shadows of Knight,
Technova,
Lightning Bolt,
LL Cool J,
Liliput,
Excepter,
Simply Red,
Con Funk Shun,
Ice-T,
Can,
Moss Icon,
The Busters,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Pantytec,
Arab on Radar,
Roy Ayers,
Piero Umiliani,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Dual Sessions,
Henry Cow,
the Swans,
Wings,
Howard Jones,
Michelle Simonal,
T. Rex,
DJ Sneak,
Warsaw,
The Doors,
Roger Hodgson,
Brand Nubian,
Althea and Donna,
Jeff Lynne,
UT,
Anakelly,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Trojans,
Kenny Larkin,
Quadrant,
The Flesh Eaters,
Davy DMX,
Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48.
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.