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 Austria and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Ohio Players to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Grauzone. All the underground hits.
All Cameo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maleditus Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Swans,
Desert Stars,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bluetip,
the Germs,
Stiv Bators,
Moby Grape,
Flash Fearless,
Rapeman,
Ice-T,
Roy Ayers,
Crash Course in Science,
Oblivians,
Amazonics,
PIL,
Negative Approach,
X-101,
Lebanon Hanover,
DJ Sneak,
The Cure,
Gregory Isaacs,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Martian,
John Holt,
Echospace,
Icehouse,
Terrestrial Tones,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Deakin,
Sandy B,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Fall,
The Red Krayola,
Nils Olav,
Absolute Body Control,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Andrew Hill,
Altered Images,
Intrusion,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Althea and Donna,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Jeru the Damaja,
Marmalade,
Eli Mardock,
The Last Poets,
Letta Mbulu,
Deadbeat,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Tremeloes,
Joey Negro,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Todd Terry,
Nico,
Curtis Mayfield,
Crime,
Bush Tetras,
Average White Band,
Lalann,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins.
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.