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 Tuvalu and from Bremen.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Trumans Water to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Dave Gahan. All the underground hits.
All Model 500 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donald Byrd 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Accadde A record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Lynne,
The Leaves,
kango's stein massive,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Darondo,
Deadbeat,
Crispian St. Peters,
Fluxion,
Jerry's Kids,
Arthur Verocai,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Spandau Ballet,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Amazonics,
Alphaville,
The Music Machine,
Crash Course in Science,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Qualms,
Sex Pistols,
Flipper,
Curtis Mayfield,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Selecter,
The Real Kids,
a-ha,
Leonard Cohen,
The Alarm Clocks,
Essential Logic,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Scratch Acid,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Index,
Bobby Sherman,
New Age Steppers,
Steve Hackett,
Schoolly D,
Sister Nancy,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Negative Approach,
The Sonics,
Fear,
June of 44,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Infiniti,
Chrome,
Magma,
Lou Christie,
Cheater Slicks,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Minny Pops,
World's Most,
LL Cool J,
Skarface,
Gang Starr,
Joensuu 1685,
Moebius,
The Standells,
Sandy B,
Sarah Menescal,
Sugar Minott,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Pere Ubu,
Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills.
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.