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 Guinea-Bissau 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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Wake to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Lebanon Hanover. All the underground hits.
All Warren Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Das Ding 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a London Community Gospel Choir record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cluster,
Mary Jane Girls,
Wasted Youth,
The Litter,
Swell Maps,
Sugar Minott,
Lou Reed,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ohio Players,
Joe Smooth,
Joensuu 1685,
Glenn Branca,
Bobby Womack,
H. Thieme,
Tomorrow,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Gil Scott Heron,
Ice-T,
Stetsasonic,
Bang On A Can,
Reagan Youth,
OOIOO,
Dennis Brown,
The Neon Judgement,
Warsaw,
Youth Brigade,
Dawn Penn,
The Names,
Radiopuhelimet,
Pylon,
Suburban Knight,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
John Lydon,
Roy Ayers,
Mad Mike,
Essential Logic,
Joe Finger,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Suicide,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Visage,
Eden Ahbez,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Gabor Szabo,
Soft Machine,
Gichy Dan,
Subhumans,
Bobby Sherman,
Drexciya,
The Selecter,
Cheater Slicks,
Grauzone,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Zeros,
Massinfluence,
Intrusion,
The Gap Band,
The Modern Lovers,
A Flock of Seagulls,
the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics.
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.