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 Latvia and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 harpsichord 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 Guru Guru to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Mantronix. All the underground hits.
All Talk Talk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Hill record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erykah Badu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suicide,
Adolescents,
Royal Trux,
Sarah Menescal,
Gang Gang Dance,
Mo-Dettes,
Mission of Burma,
X-102,
Kerrie Biddell,
Ohio Players,
Popol Vuh,
Unrelated Segments,
UT,
Skaos,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Skatalites,
Black Bananas,
Wire,
Big Daddy Kane,
Visage,
James White and The Blacks,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Main Source,
Model 500,
Cybotron,
Roger Hodgson,
Crispian St. Peters,
Cheater Slicks,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bill Wells,
the Soft Cell,
The Fuzztones,
Echospace,
MC5,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Gregory Isaacs,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Talk Talk,
Fat Boys,
The Victims,
Kenny Larkin,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Danielle Patucci,
Albert Ayler,
DJ Style,
Bronski Beat,
EPMD,
Morten Harket,
Boz Scaggs,
Neil Young,
Marcia Griffiths,
Rod Modell,
Girls At Our Best!,
Matthew Bourne,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Blues Magoos,
The Slackers,
New Order,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
the Association,
Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops.
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.