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 Luxembourg 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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Robert Palmer 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 Sällskapet to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Rakim. All the underground hits.
All The Dave Clark Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lindisfarne 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nik Kershaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cal Tjader,
Animal Collective,
Oblivians,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
China Crisis,
Desert Stars,
Tubeway Army,
Infiniti,
The Count Five,
The Stooges,
Clear Light,
Average White Band,
Drexciya,
Cluster,
cv313,
Funkadelic,
Curtis Mayfield,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Angry Samoans,
Eric Copeland,
Deakin,
The Happenings,
Panda Bear,
The Electric Prunes,
Trumans Water,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Cramps,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Accadde A,
The Flesh Eaters,
Alison Limerick,
Chris & Cosey,
The Skatalites,
Sun Ra,
Adolescents,
Sugar Minott,
the Human League,
Los Fastidios,
Nirvana,
Ohio Players,
Al Stewart,
Harpers Bizarre,
Charles Mingus,
The Gories,
Cybotron,
Boredoms,
Talk Talk,
The Mojo Men,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Young Rascals,
L. Decosne,
Unrelated Segments,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Black Pus,
Parry Music,
The Gap Band,
Lakeside,
Rites of Spring,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
the Swans,
Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru.
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.