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 Cape Verde and from Cairo.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 organ 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 The Black Dice to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Deepchord. All the underground hits.
All Moby Grape tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sparks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bill Wells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June of 44,
Eric Dolphy,
June Days,
The Music Machine,
Bill Near,
Danielle Patucci,
Bad Manners,
Terry Callier,
Visage,
B.T. Express,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Moleskins,
The Misunderstood,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Brick,
The Sound,
Wolf Eyes,
The Names,
Michelle Simonal,
The Gap Band,
Fear,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
DJ Style,
Scion,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Porter Ricks,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Al Stewart,
The Young Rascals,
Los Fastidios,
Lightning Bolt,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Procol Harum,
Bauhaus,
the Association,
Henry Cow,
Sugar Minott,
In Retrospect,
Gregory Isaacs,
Joy Division,
John Foxx,
Oblivians,
Y Pants,
Wally Richardson,
The Monochrome Set,
Albert Ayler,
Connie Case,
Kevin Saunderson,
Blancmange,
John Lydon,
Sound Behaviour,
Ohio Players,
Animal Collective,
Popol Vuh,
The J.B.'s,
Smog,
Warsaw,
Can,
Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr.
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.