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 Jordan and from Cairo.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 theremin 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 A Flock of Seagulls to the rap 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 Blossom Toes. All the underground hits.
All Eddi Front tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rekid record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sad Lovers and Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mantronix,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Brand Nubian,
The Golliwogs,
Don Cherry,
Ultimate Spinach,
Das Ding,
Joey Negro,
Theoretical Girls,
Pole,
The Barracudas,
Skarface,
Minor Threat,
The Cramps,
Rakim,
ABBA,
Moby Grape,
Aloha Tigers,
Kenny Larkin,
Shuggie Otis,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Max Romeo,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Supertramp,
Animal Collective,
Girls At Our Best!,
Toni Rubio,
Man Parrish,
Japan,
Porter Ricks,
Royal Trux,
John Lydon,
Morten Harket,
Ituana,
F. McDonald,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Infiniti,
Shoche,
Marcia Griffiths,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Crime,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Pet Shop Boys,
Alice Coltrane,
Tears for Fears,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Black Dice,
Janne Schatter,
the Slits,
Magma,
The Velvet Underground,
The Moleskins,
Jesper Dahlback,
Kas Product,
Amazonics,
Colin Newman,
The Music Machine,
Sun City Girls,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes.
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.