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 Seychelles and from Lagos.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 rhodes 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 Silicon Teens to the jazz 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 Lungfish. All the underground hits.
All The Techniques tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Metal Thangz 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Section 25 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Enemy,
The Invisible,
Marshall Jefferson,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Slick Rick,
Todd Rundgren,
F. McDonald,
One Last Wish,
The Divine Comedy,
Brand Nubian,
The Moleskins,
Freddie Wadling,
Kevin Saunderson,
Brass Construction,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Arthur Verocai,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Victims,
Terry Callier,
The Pop Group,
Youth Brigade,
Dawn Penn,
The Raincoats,
the Bar-Kays,
Minny Pops,
Deepchord,
Barrington Levy,
The Gories,
Rod Modell,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Velvet Underground,
Animal Collective,
Model 500,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Detroit Cobras,
Cal Tjader,
Kurtis Blow,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Motorama,
Ronnie Foster,
Ralphi Rosario,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Delta 5,
Grandmaster Flash,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Quadrant,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Eric B and Rakim,
Subhumans,
Robert Görl,
Bobby Sherman,
Can,
Dark Day,
Stereo Dub,
Fatback Band,
Chris Corsano,
Robert Hood,
Electric Prunes,
Sam Rivers,
Zapp,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes.
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.