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 Fiji and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Cybotron to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Glenn Branca. All the underground hits.
All H. Thieme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Bowie record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unrelated Segments record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heaven 17,
Sun Ra,
Joyce Sims,
Echospace,
Aural Exciters,
Scion,
This Heat,
The Shadows of Knight,
Marc Almond,
Camouflage,
Surgeon,
Rapeman,
The Young Rascals,
Rotary Connection,
the Swans,
Toni Rubio,
Loose Ends,
The Misunderstood,
Q and Not U,
Icehouse,
The Happenings,
Pylon,
Bang On A Can,
The Toasters,
F. McDonald,
Nico,
Radio Birdman,
Crime,
Alison Limerick,
Cameo,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Zeros,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Moleskins,
Gang Gang Dance,
Schoolly D,
Derrick May,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Offenders,
The Durutti Column,
Mad Mike,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Move,
Black Bananas,
Roxy Music,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Subhumans,
The Cowsills,
Kerri Chandler,
The Barracudas,
Minutemen,
Sparks,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Detroit Cobras,
Trumans Water,
Masters at Work,
Fat Boys,
Amon Düül,
Jerry Gold Smith,
L. Decosne,
Glambeats Corp.,
Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore.
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.