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 Dominica and from Tehran.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Traffic Nightmare to the crunk 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 Traffic Nightmare. All the underground hits.
All The Cramps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers Ubiquity record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Mills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Supertramp,
Yellowson,
Mantronix,
Desert Stars,
Infiniti,
Rosa Yemen,
The Offenders,
Audionom,
Skaos,
Soft Machine,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Wally Richardson,
Delta 5,
Soul Sonic Force,
Josef K,
Alton Ellis,
The Happenings,
Robert Görl,
Stetsasonic,
Rekid,
EPMD,
Peter and Kerry,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Stooges,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Duran Duran,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Slackers,
Ultravox,
The Litter,
Essential Logic,
The Searchers,
the Swans,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Velvet Underground,
Faraquet,
Albert Ayler,
Boredoms,
Agent Orange,
The Cure,
The Pop Group,
The Dirtbombs,
Avey Tare,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Pet Shop Boys,
Niagra,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Television,
E-Dancer,
Bootsy Collins,
Rapeman,
The Gun Club,
Derrick May,
The Tremeloes,
OOIOO,
Metal Thangz,
Hardrive,
Bang On A Can,
Piero Umiliani,
Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans.
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.