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 Tajikistan 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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Moby Grape to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Slackers. All the underground hits.
All Babytalk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wally Richardson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a China Crisis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mo-Dettes,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Yaz,
Neil Young,
Outsiders,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Von Mondo,
Robert Wyatt,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Hashim,
Magma,
Pole,
Toni Rubio,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Scratch Acid,
L. Decosne,
The J.B.'s,
Wasted Youth,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Five Americans,
The Selecter,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Talk Talk,
Model 500,
D'Angelo,
The Seeds,
Don Cherry,
Sun City Girls,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Fugs,
Junior Murvin,
Inner City,
Minny Pops,
Soul II Soul,
Vladislav Delay,
Quantec,
Los Fastidios,
The Motions,
The Litter,
Q65,
Urselle,
David Axelrod,
Can,
The Neon Judgement,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Public Enemy,
The Victims,
Howard Jones,
the Normal,
E-Dancer,
Zapp,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Graham Central Station,
Jerry's Kids,
Das Ding,
Babytalk,
Spandau Ballet,
Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force.
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.