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 St Lucia and from Lille.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 mellotron 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 The Fire Engines to the jazz 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 Marine Girls. All the underground hits.
All Maleditus Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liliput record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smoke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Association,
X-101,
Byron Stingily,
Unwound,
Second Layer,
Tubeway Army,
The Cure,
Soft Machine,
Cheater Slicks,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The J.B.'s,
Howard Jones,
Funkadelic,
World's Most,
Pulsallama,
Mr. Review,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Bad Manners,
Soft Cell,
the Germs,
kango's stein massive,
Gang Starr,
Boogie Down Productions,
Juan Atkins,
Todd Terry,
Technova,
Wolf Eyes,
The Standells,
Eric B and Rakim,
Grauzone,
Minnie Riperton,
Alice Coltrane,
Accadde A,
Bush Tetras,
Joe Smooth,
Eli Mardock,
Monks,
Slave,
the Sonics,
Danielle Patucci,
Funky Four + One,
Amon Düül II,
Glenn Branca,
The Index,
Pierre Henry,
The Divine Comedy,
Nik Kershaw,
AZ,
Sparks,
Circle Jerks,
Slick Rick,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Gang of Four,
The Human League,
Isaac Hayes,
Qualms,
Chrome,
Black Sheep,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lungfish,
Rites of Spring,
Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens.
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.