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 Burkina and from Glasgow.
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 Lagos and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 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 Tubeway Army to the techno 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 Marshall Jefferson. All the underground hits.
All The Chocolate Watch Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Real Kids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Men They Couldn't Hang 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?
Ultimate Spinach,
Swell Maps,
Young Marble Giants,
Boz Scaggs,
Sister Nancy,
Anakelly,
Deadbeat,
The Gories,
Groovy Waters,
10cc,
Con Funk Shun,
Pole,
The Seeds,
Bill Near,
Jeru the Damaja,
Eurythmics,
Jandek,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Wire,
Maurizio,
Kerrie Biddell,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
T. Rex,
Make Up,
Sly & The Family Stone,
June of 44,
The Blackbyrds,
New York Dolls,
The Martian,
CMW,
Tim Buckley,
OOIOO,
Hot Snakes,
Johnny Clarke,
a-ha,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
PIL,
David Bowie,
Cheater Slicks,
EPMD,
The Techniques,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
H. Thieme,
Tom Boy,
The Cramps,
The Associates,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Boredoms,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Urselle,
the Human League,
Bob Dylan,
Man Eating Sloth,
Scion,
Ralphi Rosario,
Black Flag,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Television Personalities,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Banda Bassotti,
Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp.
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.