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 Chile and from Paris.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Television Personalities to the techno 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 Sun Ra Arkestra. All the underground hits.
All Arab on Radar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Negative Approach 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tropical Tobacco record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Neon Judgement,
Moebius,
Grey Daturas,
Pantaleimon,
Duran Duran,
Vainqueur,
a-ha,
The Buckinghams,
Archie Shepp,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ultravox,
Oblivians,
Yusef Lateef,
The Gap Band,
Dawn Penn,
Groovy Waters,
Prince Buster,
cv313,
Stetsasonic,
Black Bananas,
Deakin,
The Red Krayola,
Bobby Byrd,
Saccharine Trust,
Arthur Verocai,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Spoonie Gee,
Desert Stars,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Kaleidoscope,
Henry Cow,
Lightning Bolt,
KRS-One,
Jacques Brel,
Angry Samoans,
Roxette,
Trumans Water,
Amon Düül II,
Gabor Szabo,
Janne Schatter,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Tremeloes,
Jandek,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sexual Harrassment,
Flash Fearless,
Mantronix,
Infiniti,
Ornette Coleman,
Silicon Teens,
10cc,
Public Enemy,
Jeff Lynne,
Nico,
Minnie Riperton,
Von Mondo,
Babytalk,
Mr. Review,
Don Cherry,
Minor Threat,
Crispian St. Peters,
Magazine,
Bobby Womack,
The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America.
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.