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 Norway 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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 marimba 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 Lee Hazlewood to the grunge 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 The Grass Roots. All the underground hits.
All Sugar Minott tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crooked Eye record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joyce Sims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sällskapet,
Altered Images,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Golliwogs,
Eden Ahbez,
Silicon Teens,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Last Poets,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Scott Walker,
Graham Central Station,
Althea and Donna,
The Doobie Brothers,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Brass Construction,
Josef K,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Techniques,
Cameo,
Simply Red,
The Gladiators,
The Moody Blues,
Judy Mowatt,
Cabaret Voltaire,
UT,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sparks,
L. Decosne,
Jandek,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Radiopuhelimet,
the Sonics,
ABBA,
Joy Division,
The Beau Brummels,
Motorama,
Camouflage,
8 Eyed Spy,
Guru Guru,
Aural Exciters,
Robert Görl,
Ultra Naté,
The Skatalites,
The Evens,
The Moleskins,
Pylon,
Nils Olav,
The Angels of Light,
Jerry's Kids,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Wasted Youth,
Flash Fearless,
Marvin Gaye,
Buzzcocks,
Donald Byrd,
The Leaves,
David McCallum,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Skriet,
Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear.
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.