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 Somalia and from Shanghai.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 marimba 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 Jimmy McGriff to the grunge 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 The Victims. All the underground hits.
All Pet Shop Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Flag record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harmonia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skriet,
Aloha Tigers,
World's Most,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Blancmange,
OOIOO,
The Moleskins,
Chris & Cosey,
The Move,
Silicon Teens,
Pere Ubu,
Alice Coltrane,
Crooked Eye,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Yazoo,
Roxette,
Freddie Wadling,
Intrusion,
H. Thieme,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Trojans,
Royal Trux,
Bill Near,
Drexciya,
Sixth Finger,
Minny Pops,
Johnny Osbourne,
Livin' Joy,
John Foxx,
The Toasters,
Wally Richardson,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Khruangbin,
Slave,
The Barracudas,
China Crisis,
Brothers Johnson,
Vladislav Delay,
Wings,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Kinks,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Wake,
Jeff Lynne,
The Cure,
the Swans,
June Days,
Procol Harum,
The J.B.'s,
Ronan,
B.T. Express,
The Sound,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Parry Music,
Tropical Tobacco,
Depeche Mode,
The Gun Club,
The Doors, The Doors, The Doors, The Doors.
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.