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 United States and from Toronto.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Echospace to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Niagra. All the underground hits.
All Sandy B tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Royal Family And The Poor record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Isaac Hayes,
Aaron Thompson,
Letta Mbulu,
Ossler,
The Real Kids,
Franke,
Rekid,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ken Boothe,
Nick Fraelich,
Unwound,
Piero Umiliani,
The Pretty Things,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Eve St. Jones,
Albert Ayler,
Duran Duran,
Surgeon,
Parry Music,
Monolake,
Black Bananas,
Black Pus,
The Toasters,
Janne Schatter,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Swell Maps,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ronan,
The Barracudas,
Masters at Work,
Faust,
Darondo,
Patti Smith,
Ronnie Foster,
The Dirtbombs,
Rites of Spring,
Max Romeo,
Scrapy,
LL Cool J,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Alarm Clocks,
Minutemen,
Amazonics,
Adolescents,
Sex Pistols,
The Associates,
Kas Product,
Moby Grape,
Neil Young,
Public Image Ltd.,
Bob Dylan,
Johnny Osbourne,
Royal Trux,
Porter Ricks,
The Evens,
Ultimate Spinach,
Neu!,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Clear Light,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Pulsallama,
Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls.
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.