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 Uzbekistan 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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Association to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Gladiators. All the underground hits.
All Heavy D & The Boyz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Bananas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick May record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donny Hathaway,
A Flock of Seagulls,
New York Dolls,
Scott Walker,
The Music Machine,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Skarface,
Qualms,
Johnny Clarke,
The Remains,
Sex Pistols,
Joe Finger,
Nils Olav,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Stooges,
Throbbing Gristle,
Adolescents,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Theoretical Girls,
Porter Ricks,
Sun Ra,
Deakin,
Liliput,
Jimmy McGriff,
Minutemen,
CMW,
Hashim,
Robert Hood,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Crispy Ambulance,
Rosa Yemen,
Jacques Brel,
The Cure,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Crooked Eye,
Bad Manners,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Scan 7,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Grey Daturas,
A Certain Ratio,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Swans,
Radiohead,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
ABC,
Reagan Youth,
Kayak,
Danielle Patucci,
Subhumans,
Infiniti,
The Sonics,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Max Romeo,
Ohio Players,
Duran Duran,
Monolake,
Blancmange,
Fluxion,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Mo-Dettes,
Kerri Chandler,
Ponytail,
Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe.
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.