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 Germany and from Woodstock.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Cairo.
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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Unrelated Segments to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Fortunes. All the underground hits.
All Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magma record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q65,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Prince Buster,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Kevin Saunderson,
Eric Copeland,
Carl Craig,
Cheater Slicks,
Neil Young,
Flash Fearless,
Brick,
Flamin' Groovies,
Tim Buckley,
Cameo,
Aaron Thompson,
Johnny Clarke,
Second Layer,
Gang Green,
Electric Prunes,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Black Bananas,
Porter Ricks,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Harpers Bizarre,
Marmalade,
Visage,
Ultimate Spinach,
Masters at Work,
Von Mondo,
The Martian,
Kool Moe Dee,
New Order,
One Last Wish,
Qualms,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
DJ Sneak,
Joey Negro,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Zero Boys,
The Trojans,
Jesper Dahlback,
John Holt,
This Heat,
Gichy Dan,
The Names,
Donny Hathaway,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Minutemen,
Chrome,
Adolescents,
Fluxion,
Reagan Youth,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Infiniti,
Circle Jerks,
New York Dolls,
The Standells,
Sun Ra,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Andrew Hill,
Skarface, Skarface, Skarface, Skarface.
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.