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 Slovenia and from Paris.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 güiro 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 New Age Steppers to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Zapp. All the underground hits.
All Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Leaves 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Shadows of Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rakim,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bang On A Can,
The Neon Judgement,
Godley & Creme,
Organ,
Loose Ends,
The Kinks,
Don Cherry,
Q and Not U,
Adolescents,
Underground Resistance,
Nas,
Minutemen,
Juan Atkins,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Blake Baxter,
Drexciya,
Scratch Acid,
K-Klass,
Jeff Lynne,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Crooked Eye,
The Sonics,
Quadrant,
Fad Gadget,
Maurizio,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
KRS-One,
Aural Exciters,
Peter and Kerry,
the Normal,
Trumans Water,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Dave Clark Five,
Young Marble Giants,
Tom Boy,
Bad Manners,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
U.S. Maple,
Flash Fearless,
Barclay James Harvest,
L. Decosne,
Rites of Spring,
Glenn Branca,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Skaos,
The Evens,
Joe Smooth,
Girls At Our Best!,
Donald Byrd,
The New Christs,
Kas Product,
Nik Kershaw,
The Moody Blues,
Accadde A,
Drive Like Jehu,
DJ Sneak,
Nico,
Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler.
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.