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 Italy 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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))) 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 David McCallum. All the underground hits.
All In Retrospect tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul Sonic Force 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slick Rick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aural Exciters,
Anakelly,
Tom Boy,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Seeds,
Swans,
Excepter,
Lucky Dragons,
Leonard Cohen,
Reuben Wilson,
The Gun Club,
The Gories,
The Happenings,
Theoretical Girls,
Sight & Sound,
Kas Product,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Mandrill,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Blossom Toes,
Fluxion,
Intrusion,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Smiths,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Brass Construction,
Deadbeat,
The Cowsills,
Thee Headcoats,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sexual Harrassment,
Masters at Work,
Japan,
Godley & Creme,
Minnie Riperton,
Scion,
The Golliwogs,
Pagans,
The Fuzztones,
Kenny Larkin,
Patti Smith,
Warren Ellis,
Model 500,
Harry Pussy,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Barracudas,
Radiohead,
Stiv Bators,
Carl Craig,
Faraquet,
Ten City,
Shuggie Otis,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Move,
Robert Wyatt,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Evens,
Hashim,
Morten Harket,
The Beau Brummels,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk.
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.