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 Bahamas and from Cairo.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 David Bowie 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 Circle Jerks to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Oblivians. All the underground hits.
All E-Dancer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wings 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barry Ungar,
Spoonie Gee,
Sex Pistols,
Can,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Barracudas,
Barclay James Harvest,
June Days,
Jeru the Damaja,
Desert Stars,
The Gladiators,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Traffic Nightmare,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Gap Band,
Quantec,
China Crisis,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Nas,
Jawbox,
Rekid,
Main Source,
Dual Sessions,
Crispian St. Peters,
Yusef Lateef,
Todd Rundgren,
Monolake,
Moby Grape,
Carl Craig,
Bootsy Collins,
Rapeman,
Bobby Byrd,
Pylon,
H. Thieme,
Ludus,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Gregory Isaacs,
Crime,
Aloha Tigers,
Alphaville,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Porter Ricks,
Los Fastidios,
Gabor Szabo,
Public Image Ltd.,
Ralphi Rosario,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Animal Collective,
Ponytail,
Janne Schatter,
Guru Guru,
Schoolly D,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Maleditus Sound,
Sugar Minott,
Nirvana,
Lee Hazlewood,
Radiohead,
Negative Approach,
The Searchers,
Bang On A Can,
the Swans,
Livin' Joy,
Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox.
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.