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 Burundi and from London.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 David Bowie 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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic. All the underground hits.
All Gang Gang Dance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Curtis Mayfield record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Animal Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
R.M.O.,
Chrome,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Smoke,
Stockholm Monsters,
Echospace,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Trojans,
Wally Richardson,
Harry Pussy,
Yaz,
Barrington Levy,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Kaleidoscope,
The Flesh Eaters,
Quadrant,
Toni Rubio,
Jesper Dahlback,
Joe Smooth,
The Gap Band,
Thee Headcoats,
Hoover,
Cymande,
Gang of Four,
Von Mondo,
Man Parrish,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Harpers Bizarre,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Black Bananas,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Offenders,
Little Man,
The Pretty Things,
Bronski Beat,
Television,
Nirvana,
The Star Department,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ronnie Foster,
Scratch Acid,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Alphaville,
Smog,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
the Soft Cell,
Warren Ellis,
Maurizio,
Spandau Ballet,
KRS-One,
The Wake,
Brothers Johnson,
Aloha Tigers,
Tropical Tobacco,
Zapp,
Donny Hathaway,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Massinfluence,
Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur.
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.