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 Dominica and from Jakarta.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Madrid.
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 theremin 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 James Chance & The Contortions to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Five Americans. All the underground hits.
All Reagan Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kayak record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Section 25 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Laurel Aitken,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Albert Ayler,
Technova,
David Axelrod,
Yazoo,
Flash Fearless,
Pagans,
The Litter,
Ludus,
Scott Walker,
Kerrie Biddell,
Make Up,
The Martian,
Kaleidoscope,
T.S.O.L.,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Eurythmics,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ten City,
Urselle,
Patti Smith,
Essential Logic,
Stetsasonic,
Rapeman,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Judy Mowatt,
Eden Ahbez,
Circle Jerks,
The Pretty Things,
Rod Modell,
June Days,
MDC,
Parry Music,
Stereo Dub,
Suicide,
The New Christs,
Brass Construction,
The American Breed,
The Associates,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Blues Magoos,
Cymande,
Qualms,
The Cure,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Alarm Clocks,
Boredoms,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Robert Hood,
Idris Muhammad,
Supertramp,
Ornette Coleman,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Boz Scaggs,
Rites of Spring,
Reagan Youth,
Mission of Burma,
The Star Department,
Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia.
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.