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 Tonga and from Seoul.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Moss Icon to the jazz 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 Lindisfarne. All the underground hits.
All Gang of Four tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sister Nancy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mandrill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Count Five,
Lindisfarne,
Matthew Bourne,
Magazine,
Terrestrial Tones,
Deadbeat,
Soft Cell,
Soft Machine,
Rhythm & Sound,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Soulsonic Force,
Quadrant,
Patti Smith,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Neu!,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Cure,
Derrick May,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
FM Einheit,
Erykah Badu,
Pantytec,
Make Up,
Urselle,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Pussy Galore,
The Associates,
Rod Modell,
Zapp,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Boredoms,
Fugazi,
Spoonie Gee,
Archie Shepp,
Tommy Roe,
The Litter,
Sixth Finger,
Jerry's Kids,
The Tremeloes,
Agent Orange,
The Cowsills,
Scratch Acid,
Minnie Riperton,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
JFA,
Surgeon,
Delta 5,
Jawbox,
Funky Four + One,
Swell Maps,
Ken Boothe,
Crispy Ambulance,
Eric B and Rakim,
Pharoah Sanders,
Subhumans,
The Black Dice,
The American Breed,
The Dave Clark Five,
Joensuu 1685,
Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback.
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.