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 Nauru and from Beijing.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Michael McDonald 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 Liliput to the techno 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 Joensuu 1685. All the underground hits.
All Piero Umiliani tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pierre Henry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Basic Channel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ 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?
Henry Cow,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Make Up,
The Blues Magoos,
Gichy Dan,
Cecil Taylor,
New Age Steppers,
Moby Grape,
Von Mondo,
Au Pairs,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Golliwogs,
Robert Wyatt,
MC5,
The Tremeloes,
Mo-Dettes,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Yazoo,
The Monochrome Set,
Infiniti,
Joe Finger,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Fuzztones,
Tommy Roe,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Prince Buster,
The Buckinghams,
Scan 7,
Stiv Bators,
Kaleidoscope,
Rhythm & Sound,
Andrew Hill,
Young Marble Giants,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Radiohead,
John Foxx,
Livin' Joy,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Toni Rubio,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ituana,
Hoover,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Standells,
Underground Resistance,
Aural Exciters,
Groovy Waters,
Scientists,
Marine Girls,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bobby Womack,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Quando Quango,
Nirvana,
The Gladiators,
Ponytail,
The Fugs,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Country Teasers,
8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy.
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.