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 Guinea and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
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 Severed Heads to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Anthony Braxton. All the underground hits.
All Notorious Big And Bone Thugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q65 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Smog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minutemen,
Animal Collective,
F. McDonald,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
B.T. Express,
The Red Krayola,
Robert Wyatt,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Eric B and Rakim,
Brand Nubian,
Stereo Dub,
Procol Harum,
Y Pants,
Bang On A Can,
Youth Brigade,
Josef K,
The Gap Band,
The Velvet Underground,
Ice-T,
Model 500,
James White and The Blacks,
Marine Girls,
The Star Department,
Kerrie Biddell,
T. Rex,
Terry Callier,
Trumans Water,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Scott Walker,
Slave,
MDC,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
K-Klass,
Warren Ellis,
Kool Moe Dee,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
David McCallum,
Marvin Gaye,
Oblivians,
Main Source,
U.S. Maple,
The Fortunes,
Glenn Branca,
Joe Finger,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Grauzone,
Rufus Thomas,
Zero Boys,
Eden Ahbez,
The Seeds,
UT,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Grey Daturas,
Drexciya,
Unwound,
Infiniti,
Junior Murvin,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Busters,
Sound Behaviour,
Suicide,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Electric Prunes,
Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding.
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.