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 Sri Lanka and from Portland.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 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 D'Angelo to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Mark Hollis. All the underground hits.
All Pulsallama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Normal 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blossom Toes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Flesh Eaters,
Unrelated Segments,
Kas Product,
The Kinks,
Todd Rundgren,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Dave Clark Five,
Fatback Band,
The Slits,
Scrapy,
Bauhaus,
Roxy Music,
Gong,
Peter and Kerry,
T.S.O.L.,
Jawbox,
Infiniti,
Royal Trux,
Swell Maps,
Iggy Pop,
Ultimate Spinach,
Rites of Spring,
Black Bananas,
Robert Görl,
Ituana,
Porter Ricks,
Jeru the Damaja,
Negative Approach,
Desert Stars,
Joyce Sims,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Cramps,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Grauzone,
The Black Dice,
Albert Ayler,
Pantaleimon,
Minutemen,
Sex Pistols,
Amazonics,
Eden Ahbez,
F. McDonald,
Bush Tetras,
Urselle,
Neil Young,
Throbbing Gristle,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Massinfluence,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Smoke,
Glenn Branca,
Cecil Taylor,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
K-Klass,
Derrick May,
Zero Boys,
Gang Green,
The Skatalites,
Brand Nubian,
The New Christs,
The J.B.'s,
Erykah Badu,
Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel.
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.