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 Kenya and from Taipei.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Jakarta.
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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Flipper to the funk 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 Offenders. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Move record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Lynne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Susan Cadogan,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Soft Cell,
Visage,
Maleditus Sound,
Quando Quango,
Sixth Finger,
Nico,
Robert Wyatt,
Matthew Bourne,
The Cure,
Wire,
Bluetip,
John Cale,
U.S. Maple,
Whodini,
One Last Wish,
The Gun Club,
Newcleus,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Eurythmics,
Joe Smooth,
Model 500,
Erykah Badu,
The Grass Roots,
Scientists,
8 Eyed Spy,
Gregory Isaacs,
Schoolly D,
Sonny Sharrock,
Fela Kuti,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
JFA,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Urselle,
Wings,
the Slits,
Agent Orange,
Magazine,
Harmonia,
The Moleskins,
Young Marble Giants,
Marmalade,
Motorama,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
OOIOO,
Yaz,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Doors,
Maurizio,
Little Man,
China Crisis,
Guru Guru,
Infiniti,
Albert Ayler,
Jacques Brel,
Au Pairs,
David Bowie,
Hot Snakes,
Stiv Bators,
10cc, 10cc, 10cc, 10cc.
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.