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 Zimbabwe and from Tehran.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 arpeggiator 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 Neil Young to the punk 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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam. All the underground hits.
All Barry Ungar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang of Four record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra Arkestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mad Mike,
Lou Christie,
The Music Machine,
Connie Case,
Anthony Braxton,
Pylon,
Iggy Pop,
MDC,
MC5,
Steve Hackett,
Soul Sonic Force,
Vainqueur,
the Bar-Kays,
Blancmange,
Fat Boys,
The Tremeloes,
Rod Modell,
Derrick Morgan,
Chrome,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Delta 5,
L. Decosne,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lee Hazlewood,
Robert Görl,
Althea and Donna,
Cluster,
The Smiths,
Bronski Beat,
The Skatalites,
Sam Rivers,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ken Boothe,
Circle Jerks,
Pussy Galore,
Infiniti,
Index,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Drexciya,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Scientists,
Wolf Eyes,
Toni Rubio,
Skaos,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ice-T,
Grauzone,
Donny Hathaway,
Cameo,
The Flesh Eaters,
Los Fastidios,
The Sonics,
Surgeon,
Black Bananas,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Real Kids,
Gichy Dan,
Saccharine Trust,
Nation of Ulysses,
Ten City, Ten City, Ten City, Ten City.
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.