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 Bahrain 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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 The Red Krayola to the dance 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 Circle Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Flipper tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Albert Ayler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 The Monks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Second Layer,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sixth Finger,
Robert Wyatt,
Newcleus,
Kevin Saunderson,
The New Christs,
Nas,
Dorothy Ashby,
Kaleidoscope,
David Bowie,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Fortunes,
Sly & The Family Stone,
L. Decosne,
Erykah Badu,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Grandmaster Flash,
In Retrospect,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Standells,
Cymande,
The Pretty Things,
Cabaret Voltaire,
A Certain Ratio,
Mary Jane Girls,
Frankie Knuckles,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Rapeman,
Gang of Four,
Funky Four + One,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Donald Byrd,
Mantronix,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ultimate Spinach,
Cluster,
Bizarre Inc.,
Wings,
Delon & Dalcan,
PIL,
New York Dolls,
The Five Americans,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Royal Trux,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
June Days,
The Dead C,
Chris & Cosey,
Country Joe & The Fish,
China Crisis,
The Motions,
Tropical Tobacco,
Eve St. Jones,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Jacques Brel,
Joensuu 1685,
The Litter,
Bronski Beat,
Scan 7,
Hoover,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo.
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.