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 Switzerland and from Calgary.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Michael McDonald 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 Skaos to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Moody Blues. All the underground hits.
All The Cosmic Jokers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every cv313 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Red Krayola record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Halsall,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lightning Bolt,
David Bowie,
Duran Duran,
The Electric Prunes,
Arthur Verocai,
PIL,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Jacques Brel,
the Germs,
Soulsonic Force,
Joyce Sims,
Oneida,
New Age Steppers,
John Cale,
John Lydon,
Thee Headcoats,
Popol Vuh,
Heaven 17,
Fear,
Brass Construction,
Albert Ayler,
Smog,
Tropical Tobacco,
Basic Channel,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Circle Jerks,
Flipper,
Hoover,
Talk Talk,
Rakim,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Trumans Water,
Roxy Music,
Reuben Wilson,
The Toasters,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Procol Harum,
Pole,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Donny Hathaway,
Mandrill,
Mantronix,
Gang Green,
Mark Hollis,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ralphi Rosario,
Faust,
Terry Callier,
Janne Schatter,
June of 44,
Alice Coltrane,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lyres,
The Dave Clark Five,
MC5, MC5, MC5, MC5.
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.