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 Guinea-Bissau and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 808 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 Roxette to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Robert Wyatt. All the underground hits.
All 48th St. Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Age Steppers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mad Mike,
Depeche Mode,
Mary Jane Girls,
Young Marble Giants,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Juan Atkins,
Heaven 17,
Trumans Water,
Theoretical Girls,
The Buckinghams,
Pagans,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Grey Daturas,
Qualms,
Glenn Branca,
Ituana,
Pere Ubu,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Gang Green,
Jerry's Kids,
The United States of America,
The Velvet Underground,
David McCallum,
Sam Rivers,
Circle Jerks,
Neil Young,
the Association,
Mission of Burma,
Hashim,
Procol Harum,
Can,
Bootsy Collins,
Judy Mowatt,
D'Angelo,
Radiohead,
Marvin Gaye,
Maurizio,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Minnie Riperton,
Roxy Music,
Byron Stingily,
the Germs,
Sparks,
X-Ray Spex,
Absolute Body Control,
Nik Kershaw,
Thee Headcoats,
Stetsasonic,
Eve St. Jones,
The Count Five,
Royal Trux,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Grass Roots,
Cymande,
the Swans,
Barrington Levy,
Television Personalities,
The Red Krayola,
Ultra Naté,
Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus.
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.