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 Bolivia and from Spokane.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Gang Gang Dance to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Sparks. All the underground hits.
All Mark Hollis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ash Ra Tempel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Association record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Normal,
Steve Hackett,
Tim Buckley,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Gap Band,
Stiv Bators,
Lalann,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Depeche Mode,
The Litter,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Eurythmics,
Judy Mowatt,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Boz Scaggs,
The Evens,
Electric Prunes,
Toni Rubio,
Gil Scott Heron,
KRS-One,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Junior Murvin,
Lungfish,
Tropical Tobacco,
Alice Coltrane,
Young Marble Giants,
Moebius,
Flipper,
Chrome,
ABC,
The Last Poets,
Piero Umiliani,
Gang Green,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Rufus Thomas,
Minny Pops,
Tres Demented,
Donny Hathaway,
Nirvana,
Mars,
Alphaville,
Prince Buster,
L. Decosne,
The Monochrome Set,
The Martian,
Minor Threat,
The New Christs,
Radio Birdman,
R.M.O.,
Magma,
Massinfluence,
Underground Resistance,
The American Breed,
Glenn Branca,
Big Daddy Kane,
Fluxion,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Interpol,
The Blackbyrds,
Qualms,
Girls At Our Best!,
Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan.
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.