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 Mauritania and from Manila.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Matthew Halsall to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Trumans Water. All the underground hits.
All Neu! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fortunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a CMW record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Skaos,
Theoretical Girls,
Oneida,
Ossler,
Quantec,
James White and The Blacks,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Leonard Cohen,
These Immortal Souls,
Spandau Ballet,
Marshall Jefferson,
Minutemen,
DJ Sneak,
Ludus,
Warren Ellis,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
K-Klass,
Hardrive,
Camberwell Now,
Dark Day,
China Crisis,
The Five Americans,
The Angels of Light,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Alison Limerick,
Glenn Branca,
Silicon Teens,
Sam Rivers,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Smog,
The Remains,
Animal Collective,
X-Ray Spex,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Byron Stingily,
Soul Sonic Force,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
the Association,
Cymande,
Donald Byrd,
The Move,
Rosa Yemen,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lebanon Hanover,
Con Funk Shun,
The Durutti Column,
Gong,
The Sisters of Mercy,
FM Einheit,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Yellowson,
The Electric Prunes,
Crispy Ambulance,
Chrome,
Negative Approach,
The Smoke,
Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama.
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.