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 Thailand and from Hong Kong.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 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 Das Ding to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Beasts of Bourbon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool Moe Dee record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gabor Szabo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Organ,
10cc,
Qualms,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Loose Ends,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Althea and Donna,
John Foxx,
Bobby Byrd,
Tubeway Army,
The Durutti Column,
Boz Scaggs,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Standells,
Robert Görl,
New York Dolls,
FM Einheit,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Unwound,
Grauzone,
Thompson Twins,
Hardrive,
Flipper,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Wire,
Hashim,
Half Japanese,
The Birthday Party,
The Star Department,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Hasil Adkins,
Excepter,
The Slits,
Blake Baxter,
Sister Nancy,
Scrapy,
Black Bananas,
U.S. Maple,
Theoretical Girls,
Tres Demented,
Sarah Menescal,
Ronnie Foster,
Crash Course in Science,
Davy DMX,
the Germs,
Gang Green,
Jawbox,
Slick Rick,
Arcadia,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
the Bar-Kays,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Gang of Four,
Ornette Coleman,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Minnie Riperton,
The Modern Lovers,
T.S.O.L.,
Schoolly D,
Anthony Braxton,
Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra.
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.