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 Georgia and from Lagos.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 mellotron 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 Scientists to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Lucky Dragons. All the underground hits.
All Pet Shop Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Al Stewart record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sugar Minott record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Görl,
Sandy B,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bad Manners,
Radio Birdman,
Darondo,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Mummies,
Neu!,
Arthur Verocai,
Cymande,
Neil Young,
Henry Cow,
Deepchord,
Echospace,
Joey Negro,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Deadbeat,
48th St. Collective,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sparks,
Schoolly D,
Ronnie Foster,
Funky Four + One,
Amazonics,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Barbara Tucker,
The Five Americans,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Music Machine,
The Fortunes,
The Dead C,
Rosa Yemen,
The Divine Comedy,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Bluetip,
The Young Rascals,
Stetsasonic,
The Cowsills,
10cc,
Don Cherry,
Andrew Hill,
Grandmaster Flash,
Wasted Youth,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Desert Stars,
Brand Nubian,
Skaos,
Alice Coltrane,
The Pop Group,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Moss Icon,
Stiv Bators,
Animal Collective,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Camouflage,
Judy Mowatt,
The Barracudas,
Flash Fearless,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Gastr Del Sol,
Black Flag,
World's Most,
Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh.
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.