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 Kenya 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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 güiro 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 Radiohead to the punk 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 48th St. Collective. All the underground hits.
All Piero Umiliani tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swell Maps record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacob Miller record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liliput,
Royal Trux,
Bobby Sherman,
Sight & Sound,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Seeds,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Albert Ayler,
Pulsallama,
Eve St. Jones,
The Fall,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Tremeloes,
Fear,
Traffic Nightmare,
Adolescents,
Kerri Chandler,
Darondo,
Radio Birdman,
Sister Nancy,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lakeside,
Jimmy McGriff,
This Heat,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Buckinghams,
The Moody Blues,
The Star Department,
Flash Fearless,
Minnie Riperton,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Underground Resistance,
Suburban Knight,
The Saints,
Mark Hollis,
The Slits,
Slick Rick,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Patti Smith,
Black Bananas,
Bad Manners,
Terrestrial Tones,
Stiv Bators,
Arab on Radar,
Aural Exciters,
Toni Rubio,
Ohio Players,
The Monks,
Mr. Review,
The Litter,
Shuggie Otis,
Section 25,
Colin Newman,
The Red Krayola,
Don Cherry,
Rotary Connection,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Susan Cadogan,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station.
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.