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 Kuwait and from Tokyo.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 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 Y Pants to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Judy Mowatt. All the underground hits.
All Magazine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Fraelich 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Groovy Waters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Style,
Eden Ahbez,
Sparks,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Scott Walker,
Marmalade,
Niagra,
The Saints,
F. McDonald,
Sixth Finger,
The Kinks,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ornette Coleman,
the Soft Cell,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Angry Samoans,
In Retrospect,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Delta 5,
Sam Rivers,
The Pop Group,
Bobby Sherman,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Agitation Free,
Main Source,
Isaac Hayes,
Yellowson,
Franke,
CMW,
EPMD,
New Order,
Cameo,
Sight & Sound,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Doors,
Susan Cadogan,
Make Up,
Dark Day,
Suburban Knight,
Gang Green,
Mo-Dettes,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Robert Wyatt,
Robert Hood,
Sister Nancy,
The Dirtbombs,
Sarah Menescal,
The Neon Judgement,
The Monks,
Kaleidoscope,
Rakim,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sex Pistols,
Eurythmics,
Yusef Lateef,
LL Cool J,
The American Breed,
Depeche Mode,
Skarface,
The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps.
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.