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 Nepal 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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 David Bowie 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 Danielle Patucci to the crunk 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 Animal Collective. All the underground hits.
All Justin Hinds & The Dominoes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blake Baxter 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dave Clark Five,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Tropical Tobacco,
Banda Bassotti,
Soul II Soul,
Procol Harum,
Bobby Byrd,
Soul Sonic Force,
Joe Smooth,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Juan Atkins,
Roxy Music,
a-ha,
Stockholm Monsters,
Ralphi Rosario,
Tim Buckley,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Nirvana,
the Human League,
Panda Bear,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Peter & Gordon,
Echospace,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Techniques,
Sparks,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
the Sonics,
In Retrospect,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Busters,
Severed Heads,
Supertramp,
Surgeon,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Aural Exciters,
the Slits,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Theoretical Girls,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Graham Central Station,
Barrington Levy,
K-Klass,
The Angels of Light,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Mandrill,
Neu!,
U.S. Maple,
Nas,
Roger Hodgson,
Electric Prunes,
Eric B and Rakim,
Aaron Thompson,
The Wake,
Gang Gang Dance,
Brothers Johnson,
The Music Machine,
Camberwell Now,
The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks.
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.