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 Kiribati and from Beijing.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Eyeless In Gaza to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 In Retrospect. All the underground hits.
All Drexciya tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kenny Larkin 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Judy Mowatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Human League,
Quadrant,
Wally Richardson,
Duran Duran,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Rites of Spring,
Popol Vuh,
Inner City,
The Blues Magoos,
Althea and Donna,
48th St. Collective,
K-Klass,
Parry Music,
Silicon Teens,
Visage,
Bluetip,
The Offenders,
Pussy Galore,
Tropical Tobacco,
Johnny Osbourne,
The United States of America,
The Evens,
Ossler,
Radio Birdman,
Kevin Saunderson,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Guru Guru,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Barclay James Harvest,
Neil Young,
Byron Stingily,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Godley & Creme,
Electric Prunes,
The Dirtbombs,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
X-102,
The Busters,
Newcleus,
Harmonia,
Donald Byrd,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Dual Sessions,
Gichy Dan,
Dark Day,
Skaos,
Erykah Badu,
Sonic Youth,
Cameo,
Sixth Finger,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Hot Snakes,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Slackers,
The Red Krayola,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Main Source,
Sexual Harrassment,
Agent Orange,
Maurizio,
Nils Olav,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks.
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.