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 Spain and from Lyon.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Lonnie Liston Smith to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Iggy Pop. All the underground hits.
All Rod Modell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fifty Foot Hose record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agitation Free record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hot Snakes,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Johnny Clarke,
The Knickerbockers,
Icehouse,
the Germs,
Inner City,
Skaos,
Tres Demented,
The Black Dice,
Barbara Tucker,
PIL,
Mr. Review,
Ken Boothe,
Marmalade,
Throbbing Gristle,
Public Image Ltd.,
Crash Course in Science,
Eyeless In Gaza,
In Retrospect,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bizarre Inc.,
Kurtis Blow,
The Moody Blues,
Jacob Miller,
Severed Heads,
Hoover,
Das Ding,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Cowsills,
Moby Grape,
Wolf Eyes,
Buzzcocks,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Supertramp,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Radiohead,
Rosa Yemen,
Kas Product,
Yusef Lateef,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Joy Division,
Cameo,
Carl Craig,
Tears for Fears,
Tommy Roe,
Q and Not U,
The Durutti Column,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Flesh Eaters,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Banda Bassotti,
Basic Channel,
Tim Buckley,
Dave Gahan,
Maurizio,
Godley & Creme,
John Holt,
Donny Hathaway,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds.
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.