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 Serbia and from Johannesburg.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 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 The Fall to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Japan. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Halsall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pylon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bauhaus,
The Walker Brothers,
The Smiths,
Organ,
Barbara Tucker,
Jimmy McGriff,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bootsy Collins,
The Techniques,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Roy Ayers,
Cymande,
Althea and Donna,
Los Fastidios,
Tim Buckley,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Whodini,
LL Cool J,
Public Enemy,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Buckinghams,
The Fortunes,
Hasil Adkins,
Can,
John Cale,
Throbbing Gristle,
Alice Coltrane,
Robert Hood,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The New Christs,
The Victims,
Piero Umiliani,
Mr. Review,
Rekid,
Pet Shop Boys,
Crime,
Radiopuhelimet,
Audionom,
The Music Machine,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Joyce Sims,
Harpers Bizarre,
the Fania All-Stars,
Man Parrish,
The Evens,
Drexciya,
Con Funk Shun,
Au Pairs,
Agent Orange,
Rakim,
Lee Hazlewood,
Warren Ellis,
Simply Red,
The Pretty Things,
X-Ray Spex,
Eric Copeland,
Smog,
Rod Modell,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Faust,
Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis.
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.