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 Bhutan and from Taipei.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 organ 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 Lee Hazlewood to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Liliput. All the underground hits.
All Magma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABC 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blues Magoos,
Sugar Minott,
JFA,
Au Pairs,
Michelle Simonal,
Cecil Taylor,
Eric B and Rakim,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Siglo XX,
Nico,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Cluster,
The Neon Judgement,
Man Eating Sloth,
Josef K,
Ultimate Spinach,
Peter & Gordon,
Erasure,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Gun Club,
The Electric Prunes,
Newcleus,
Arab on Radar,
Black Moon,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
AZ,
Sam Rivers,
Thee Headcoats,
Sarah Menescal,
Pussy Galore,
Liliput,
Zapp,
Camberwell Now,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Toasters,
Bill Near,
the Normal,
Monks,
Scion,
Harpers Bizarre,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Shadows of Knight,
Vladislav Delay,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Roxy Music,
Terrestrial Tones,
Robert Wyatt,
Don Cherry,
The Pretty Things,
Icehouse,
Delon & Dalcan,
Lakeside,
The Golliwogs,
The Remains,
Echospace,
Procol Harum,
The Angels of Light,
New Age Steppers,
Rod Modell,
Aswad,
Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army.
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.