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 New Zealand and from Lyon.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Toronto.
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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Janne Schatter to the jazz 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 The Skatalites. All the underground hits.
All Black Bananas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mantronix 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warren Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Finger,
EPMD,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Moebius,
Connie Case,
Country Teasers,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Junior Murvin,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Fall,
CMW,
Unrelated Segments,
Cecil Taylor,
Cymande,
Delon & Dalcan,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Harry Pussy,
The Young Rascals,
The Barracudas,
Talk Talk,
Nick Fraelich,
Echospace,
Simply Red,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Basic Channel,
Kas Product,
Pere Ubu,
Fluxion,
Section 25,
Dark Day,
Black Flag,
Theoretical Girls,
the Association,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Silicon Teens,
The Detroit Cobras,
Angry Samoans,
Procol Harum,
Yellowson,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Dave Gahan,
The Litter,
Gong,
Masters at Work,
Gregory Isaacs,
Massinfluence,
Mo-Dettes,
The Modern Lovers,
The Gap Band,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Ossler,
Jerry's Kids,
Hot Snakes,
Idris Muhammad,
Porter Ricks,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Robert Hood,
Camberwell Now,
Eric B and Rakim,
Aloha Tigers,
The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings.
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.