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 Fiji and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 The Raincoats to the rap 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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity. All the underground hits.
All Bluetip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Order 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Angels of Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eli Mardock,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sex Pistols,
Swans,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Moleskins,
Warsaw,
the Association,
John Foxx,
EPMD,
Underground Resistance,
Tom Boy,
Flipper,
Todd Terry,
Robert Wyatt,
Boredoms,
Glambeats Corp.,
Malaria!,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Donald Byrd,
Black Flag,
The Zeros,
Kaleidoscope,
Pantaleimon,
Barry Ungar,
Y Pants,
Black Pus,
Whodini,
Funky Four + One,
The Modern Lovers,
Public Enemy,
Byron Stingily,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Cluster,
Supertramp,
L. Decosne,
Funkadelic,
Gil Scott Heron,
Dark Day,
Lindisfarne,
The Gun Club,
D'Angelo,
Barclay James Harvest,
Danielle Patucci,
Howard Jones,
The Toasters,
LL Cool J,
Interpol,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Can,
Pole,
Eddi Front,
the Human League,
Deakin,
Niagra,
Chris Corsano,
Erykah Badu,
The Knickerbockers,
David Axelrod,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine.
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.