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 Laos and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the sitar 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 the Sonics to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Anakelly. All the underground hits.
All Scratch Acid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Manfred Mann's Earth Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Green,
Kool Moe Dee,
B.T. Express,
The Monochrome Set,
Danielle Patucci,
Section 25,
La Düsseldorf,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Mr. Review,
R.M.O.,
Eden Ahbez,
Flash Fearless,
The Standells,
Radiohead,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Chrome,
The Names,
Ornette Coleman,
Scientists,
Sound Behaviour,
Shoche,
Flipper,
Y Pants,
The Gories,
Traffic Nightmare,
Warren Ellis,
Nik Kershaw,
K-Klass,
Underground Resistance,
Crooked Eye,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Saccharine Trust,
Radiopuhelimet,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lou Christie,
Brick,
Interpol,
Robert Wyatt,
Curtis Mayfield,
Pharoah Sanders,
Henry Cow,
Mandrill,
Duran Duran,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Gabor Szabo,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
F. McDonald,
The Pop Group,
Hot Snakes,
Talk Talk,
Big Daddy Kane,
Aswad,
Organ,
World's Most,
Country Teasers,
Gang Starr,
The Angels of Light,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Ronnie Foster,
Rotary Connection,
Todd Rundgren,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family.
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.