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 Colombia and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Barbara Tucker 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 Radio Birdman. All the underground hits.
All Pulsallama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry Gold Smith 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cosmic Jokers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Young Marble Giants,
Maurizio,
Skarface,
Theoretical Girls,
The Happenings,
The Neon Judgement,
Q and Not U,
The Gladiators,
The Five Americans,
Urselle,
Pantaleimon,
The Busters,
Bush Tetras,
The Cure,
The Modern Lovers,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Minnie Riperton,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Leaves,
Darondo,
Average White Band,
R.M.O.,
Camouflage,
OOIOO,
Y Pants,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Lindisfarne,
Lalann,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Dennis Brown,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Agitation Free,
Television,
Tears for Fears,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Eric Copeland,
Black Bananas,
The Dirtbombs,
Main Source,
The Pretty Things,
Soft Cell,
James White and The Blacks,
The Residents,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Boredoms,
Fear,
Camberwell Now,
Lightning Bolt,
Japan,
Amon Düül,
The Sound,
Jeff Mills,
Marc Almond,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sound Behaviour,
Rapeman,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson.
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.