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 Indonesia and from Spokane.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Aural Exciters to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Gang Starr. All the underground hits.
All Easy Going tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camberwell Now 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swell Maps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mary Jane Girls,
The Slackers,
Bronski Beat,
Robert Görl,
Dead Boys,
UT,
Cecil Taylor,
John Coltrane,
Slick Rick,
The Gladiators,
Eve St. Jones,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Delon & Dalcan,
Fela Kuti,
Traffic Nightmare,
Lebanon Hanover,
FM Einheit,
Chrome,
Lalo Schifrin,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Deadbeat,
Anakelly,
Godley & Creme,
Symarip,
The Flesh Eaters,
Loose Ends,
Pulsallama,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Tres Demented,
The Red Krayola,
Trumans Water,
Laurel Aitken,
Dave Gahan,
Pagans,
Royal Trux,
Gong,
Jacob Miller,
Don Cherry,
Scratch Acid,
Donny Hathaway,
Country Teasers,
Nation of Ulysses,
X-102,
Isaac Hayes,
Black Flag,
John Foxx,
Gabor Szabo,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Standells,
Fad Gadget,
Model 500,
H. Thieme,
The Skatalites,
Frankie Knuckles,
Yaz,
Lindisfarne,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Leaves,
Spoonie Gee,
Sparks,
Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free.
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.