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 Liberia and from Sao Paulo.
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 Beijing and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Outsiders to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Man Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Traffic Nightmare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yaz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harmonia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Birthday Party,
Symarip,
Fatback Band,
Rapeman,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Terrestrial Tones,
Glambeats Corp.,
Flash Fearless,
Lower 48,
Sonic Youth,
Theoretical Girls,
the Bar-Kays,
Eden Ahbez,
DNA,
Robert Hood,
Janne Schatter,
Junior Murvin,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Aswad,
the Sonics,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Kaleidoscope,
Wolf Eyes,
Neil Young,
Quantec,
Blake Baxter,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Matthew Halsall,
Cluster,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Scott Walker,
The Sound,
Skaos,
Yaz,
Gang Gang Dance,
Darondo,
Mars,
The Tremeloes,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Residents,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Panda Bear,
Khruangbin,
Wasted Youth,
Surgeon,
Silicon Teens,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Ohio Players,
Youth Brigade,
The Searchers,
Scientists,
Quando Quango,
Suburban Knight,
The J.B.'s,
Yusef Lateef,
Andrew Hill,
Television,
Amazonics,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar.
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.