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 Netherlands and from Columbus.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Tehran.
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 güiro 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 Jacques Brel to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Eric Copeland. All the underground hits.
All 10cc tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Techniques record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott Heron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
K-Klass,
Quantec,
Mr. Review,
Minnie Riperton,
Derrick May,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Susan Cadogan,
The Electric Prunes,
Flash Fearless,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Panda Bear,
Dead Boys,
Johnny Osbourne,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lower 48,
Crime,
Colin Newman,
Suicide,
June Days,
Crooked Eye,
Von Mondo,
Absolute Body Control,
Dave Gahan,
Los Fastidios,
Dorothy Ashby,
Kerrie Biddell,
Ultravox,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Zeros,
Todd Terry,
Sister Nancy,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Alphaville,
LL Cool J,
Crispy Ambulance,
Delon & Dalcan,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bobby Sherman,
Liliput,
The Fire Engines,
The Moody Blues,
The Divine Comedy,
Morten Harket,
Marvin Gaye,
Nirvana,
Radiohead,
Deakin,
Ituana,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Warren Ellis,
Depeche Mode,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lou Reed,
Young Marble Giants,
The Gladiators,
Jeff Mills,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Mad Mike,
Byron Stingily,
Pulsallama,
Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II.
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.