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 Guatemala and from Tehran.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Gichy Dan to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 DJ Sneak. All the underground hits.
All Khruangbin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Talk Talk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Searchers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smiths,
Loose Ends,
Hardrive,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Rekid,
Bush Tetras,
Second Layer,
Deakin,
Amon Düül II,
Section 25,
The Knickerbockers,
Stockholm Monsters,
Wolf Eyes,
Jesper Dahlback,
Smog,
The Evens,
Porter Ricks,
the Soft Cell,
The Gories,
Suicide,
Letta Mbulu,
Monolake,
Alison Limerick,
John Coltrane,
James White and The Blacks,
New Age Steppers,
Cameo,
Metal Thangz,
Stetsasonic,
Amazonics,
The Dead C,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Swans,
Pylon,
Basic Channel,
Gang of Four,
Mars,
Graham Central Station,
The Associates,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Joyce Sims,
The Star Department,
Aswad,
Marvin Gaye,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Selecter,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Vainqueur,
Joey Negro,
Kerri Chandler,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Moody Blues,
Talk Talk,
The Divine Comedy,
The Fall,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Television Personalities,
The Vogues,
Organ,
Make Up,
The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes.
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.