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 Montenegro and from Glasgow.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Absolute Body Control to the electroclash 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 Barbara Tucker. All the underground hits.
All Cybotron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rufus Thomas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Clarke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Subhumans,
Althea and Donna,
Reuben Wilson,
Parry Music,
The Names,
Chris Corsano,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
DJ Style,
Audionom,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Invisible,
Brass Construction,
Godley & Creme,
These Immortal Souls,
The Blues Magoos,
Inner City,
Alton Ellis,
L. Decosne,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lebanon Hanover,
Intrusion,
Pagans,
Monks,
Rites of Spring,
Sex Pistols,
Aloha Tigers,
New Order,
Cecil Taylor,
Supertramp,
Animal Collective,
Scan 7,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Golliwogs,
The Mummies,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Jeru the Damaja,
Gang Starr,
Delon & Dalcan,
Can,
Rufus Thomas,
Groovy Waters,
Black Sheep,
Iggy Pop,
In Retrospect,
Unrelated Segments,
Crooked Eye,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Dawn Penn,
Johnny Osbourne,
Mr. Review,
Grauzone,
Das Ding,
Negative Approach,
Ornette Coleman,
Barbara Tucker,
Minor Threat,
Pharoah Sanders,
Rekid,
Arcadia,
Panda Bear,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Tremeloes,
The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues.
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.