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 Turkey and from New York.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Eden Ahbez to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Pere Ubu. All the underground hits.
All The Mummies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every L. Decosne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vladislav Delay record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fatback Band,
Clear Light,
Cheater Slicks,
Harmonia,
The Names,
Eric Dolphy,
The Velvet Underground,
The Gladiators,
Michelle Simonal,
Basic Channel,
E-Dancer,
Bobby Sherman,
Big Daddy Kane,
Masters at Work,
Hasil Adkins,
Lightning Bolt,
Neil Young,
Public Enemy,
Funkadelic,
kango's stein massive,
Half Japanese,
Lyres,
Cabaret Voltaire,
UT,
Minor Threat,
Mars,
Sound Behaviour,
The Wake,
Rosa Yemen,
Smog,
Ossler,
Magazine,
Howard Jones,
Q and Not U,
T.S.O.L.,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Donald Byrd,
Lindisfarne,
Easy Going,
The Pretty Things,
Von Mondo,
PIL,
Crash Course in Science,
Brick,
Fluxion,
Heaven 17,
Main Source,
The Blackbyrds,
Carl Craig,
Roger Hodgson,
Minutemen,
John Lydon,
Sun Ra,
Minny Pops,
Theoretical Girls,
Angry Samoans,
Saccharine Trust,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Bob Dylan,
Vainqueur,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow.
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.