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 Niger and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Cybotron to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Reuben Wilson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Young Rascals record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kevin Saunderson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Youth Brigade,
Sam Rivers,
The Stooges,
The Techniques,
Lungfish,
Sun Ra,
The Associates,
Public Enemy,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
H. Thieme,
CMW,
The Real Kids,
Tubeway Army,
Silicon Teens,
Index,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ohio Players,
Archie Shepp,
Roger Hodgson,
Main Source,
Scrapy,
Frankie Knuckles,
Man Eating Sloth,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
ABC,
Bill Wells,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
U.S. Maple,
Eve St. Jones,
The Cramps,
Public Image Ltd.,
Delon & Dalcan,
Monolake,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Black Sheep,
D'Angelo,
Magazine,
Don Cherry,
The Martian,
Pantaleimon,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Walker Brothers,
China Crisis,
Harry Pussy,
Average White Band,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ultravox,
Swans,
Isaac Hayes,
Black Bananas,
Cybotron,
Surgeon,
Reuben Wilson,
The Searchers,
Con Funk Shun,
Second Layer,
Lightning Bolt,
The Velvet Underground,
Eurythmics,
Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme.
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.