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 Djibouti and from Seoul.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Tehran.
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 organ 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 FM Einheit to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Television. All the underground hits.
All Scrapy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every It's A Beautiful Day 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Maleditus Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Saints,
Rites of Spring,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
China Crisis,
Joy Division,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Jeff Mills,
LL Cool J,
Symarip,
Todd Rundgren,
Tears for Fears,
New York Dolls,
Lungfish,
Absolute Body Control,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
John Cale,
Lakeside,
The Five Americans,
The Last Poets,
Eden Ahbez,
Y Pants,
Sound Behaviour,
Dennis Brown,
Mr. Review,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Rhythm & Sound,
Dual Sessions,
Scott Walker,
Ultravox,
Soft Machine,
The Shadows of Knight,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Leonard Cohen,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Max Romeo,
The Searchers,
Davy DMX,
Erykah Badu,
Sarah Menescal,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Howard Jones,
Zero Boys,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Depeche Mode,
Guru Guru,
Malaria!,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Tom Boy,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Soulsonic Force,
Reagan Youth,
the Swans,
Oneida,
Dawn Penn,
The Flesh Eaters,
the Fania All-Stars,
Joe Smooth,
Cheater Slicks,
Niagra,
Pole,
Cymande, Cymande, Cymande, Cymande.
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.