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 Iran and from New York.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 808 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 Spandau Ballet to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Parry Music. All the underground hits.
All Lindisfarne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ohio Players 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Negative Approach,
The Moody Blues,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Qualms,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
DJ Style,
Cal Tjader,
Morten Harket,
The Names,
Outsiders,
Yellowson,
Nico,
Crispian St. Peters,
Audionom,
Bobby Sherman,
Juan Atkins,
Deepchord,
The Offenders,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Zero Boys,
Au Pairs,
June of 44,
Eddi Front,
Goldenarms,
Scan 7,
The Raincoats,
Moss Icon,
Flash Fearless,
Panda Bear,
Spoonie Gee,
ABC,
Glambeats Corp.,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Index,
Sun Ra,
Delta 5,
The Blackbyrds,
Kenny Larkin,
Schoolly D,
Todd Rundgren,
Crash Course in Science,
Public Enemy,
Main Source,
Soulsonic Force,
Ice-T,
Rosa Yemen,
Altered Images,
The Pretty Things,
Nik Kershaw,
The Selecter,
The Buckinghams,
Blake Baxter,
Mission of Burma,
the Normal,
Graham Central Station,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Kinks,
Throbbing Gristle,
Johnny Osbourne,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Von Mondo,
Andrew Hill,
Brass Construction,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu.
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.