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 Estonia and from Glasgow.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 spring reverb 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 The Smoke to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Shuggie Otis. All the underground hits.
All The Dead C tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radio Birdman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Toni Rubio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camberwell Now,
The Stooges,
Tommy Roe,
Joy Division,
Althea and Donna,
Chris Corsano,
Surgeon,
Can,
Supertramp,
A Certain Ratio,
Khruangbin,
Jeff Mills,
kango's stein massive,
Ice-T,
Bobby Womack,
Tim Buckley,
Liliput,
Quando Quango,
Amon Düül II,
Sarah Menescal,
the Human League,
Make Up,
Shoche,
The Blues Magoos,
Harry Pussy,
48th St. Collective,
Pylon,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Buzzcocks,
Wire,
Isaac Hayes,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Suicide,
Lou Reed,
Newcleus,
Wasted Youth,
Black Bananas,
the Bar-Kays,
Gichy Dan,
a-ha,
The Velvet Underground,
Eric B and Rakim,
Audionom,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Searchers,
The Cramps,
Cecil Taylor,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ohio Players,
Ornette Coleman,
The Music Machine,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ossler,
MDC,
Easy Going,
Fear, Fear, Fear, Fear.
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.