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 Tunisia and from Beijing.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Panda Bear to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Duran Duran. All the underground hits.
All X-101 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Khruangbin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sandy B record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deakin,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Litter,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Qualms,
Interpol,
The Names,
DJ Style,
Scratch Acid,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Nick Fraelich,
Y Pants,
Talk Talk,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Big Daddy Kane,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Rapeman,
The Offenders,
Tears for Fears,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Excepter,
David McCallum,
Kerri Chandler,
Graham Central Station,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Walker Brothers,
Babytalk,
Deadbeat,
Marc Almond,
Donny Hathaway,
The Move,
Pagans,
The Index,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Music Machine,
Pierre Henry,
Moss Icon,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Al Stewart,
Sarah Menescal,
Section 25,
Pulsallama,
Tres Demented,
DNA,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Susan Cadogan,
Sam Rivers,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Laurel Aitken,
Swans,
Quando Quango,
Lakeside,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
48th St. Collective,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners.
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.