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 Barbados and from Cairo.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Magma to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 La Düsseldorf. All the underground hits.
All The Blackbyrds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cybotron 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fad Gadget record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
F. McDonald,
Malaria!,
The Detroit Cobras,
Mantronix,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Flipper,
Pole,
Tears for Fears,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Fugs,
Black Bananas,
Black Pus,
Bauhaus,
The Index,
Fatback Band,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
cv313,
Silicon Teens,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Nation of Ulysses,
Bobby Womack,
Donny Hathaway,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lower 48,
The Barracudas,
Marine Girls,
Sugar Minott,
Pierre Henry,
ABBA,
Cal Tjader,
Desert Stars,
Newcleus,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Grass Roots,
Aural Exciters,
Bob Dylan,
Slave,
Ronan,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Dirtbombs,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Skriet,
Minny Pops,
Yellowson,
Carl Craig,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Derrick Morgan,
Zapp,
Chrome,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Slackers,
MC5,
The Birthday Party,
JFA,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Second Layer,
Mary Jane Girls,
the Sonics,
Harmonia,
Piero Umiliani,
Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle.
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.