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 Tonga and from Manchester.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 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 Agent Orange to the rap 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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade. All the underground hits.
All Quando Quango tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Beasts of Bourbon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sister Nancy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Animal Collective,
Quadrant,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Dave Clark Five,
Metal Thangz,
Underground Resistance,
Sun Ra,
The Associates,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Agent Orange,
The United States of America,
Nas,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Offenders,
The Fortunes,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Tears for Fears,
The Human League,
Camouflage,
Lucky Dragons,
Main Source,
X-102,
Depeche Mode,
Minutemen,
Joey Negro,
Pulsallama,
Barrington Levy,
T. Rex,
Jeff Lynne,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Blues Magoos,
The Dirtbombs,
Ponytail,
John Foxx,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Rekid,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Severed Heads,
Absolute Body Control,
Talk Talk,
The Tremeloes,
Brass Construction,
Anthony Braxton,
New York Dolls,
Letta Mbulu,
Pantaleimon,
The Doobie Brothers,
Fad Gadget,
Masters at Work,
Lightning Bolt,
Lalann,
Grandmaster Flash,
Bootsy Collins,
Donny Hathaway,
The Neon Judgement,
Minny Pops,
Mad Mike,
Terrestrial Tones,
the Bar-Kays,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sällskapet,
Zero Boys,
Excepter, Excepter, Excepter, Excepter.
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.