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 Sweden and from Manila.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Cairo.
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 arpeggiator 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 Cymande to the disco 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 The Motions. All the underground hits.
All Ponytail tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heavy D & The Boyz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Fania All-Stars 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?
Rapeman,
Archie Shepp,
L. Decosne,
Lalo Schifrin,
Intrusion,
Radiohead,
Sam Rivers,
Khruangbin,
The Raincoats,
Robert Hood,
Steve Hackett,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ituana,
Aswad,
Robert Görl,
Cheater Slicks,
Traffic Nightmare,
Unrelated Segments,
Eric Dolphy,
The Blackbyrds,
The Red Krayola,
Camouflage,
the Germs,
Absolute Body Control,
Monks,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Mark Hollis,
Lalann,
Television,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Depeche Mode,
Ten City,
Max Romeo,
DNA,
Fluxion,
Oneida,
Suburban Knight,
Vladislav Delay,
Animal Collective,
Marshall Jefferson,
Joensuu 1685,
Stiv Bators,
Rufus Thomas,
Crash Course in Science,
Rhythm & Sound,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Birthday Party,
Kool Moe Dee,
Crime,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Doors,
Goldenarms,
Kerri Chandler,
Marine Girls,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The American Breed,
Metal Thangz,
Pantaleimon,
Zero Boys,
Morten Harket,
Laurel Aitken,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks.
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.