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 Netherlands and from Seoul.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 New Order to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Alice Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Roxette tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun City Girls 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a kango's stein massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Procol Harum,
In Retrospect,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Crooked Eye,
The Blackbyrds,
The Saints,
Cluster,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Gories,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Prince Buster,
Anthony Braxton,
Accadde A,
Marvin Gaye,
Bad Manners,
Subhumans,
John Lydon,
Robert Hood,
Symarip,
Magma,
The Standells,
The Skatalites,
DNA,
Rotary Connection,
Yazoo,
Malaria!,
Wally Richardson,
Qualms,
The Pop Group,
Quantec,
Arcadia,
The Five Americans,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Stooges,
Popol Vuh,
Roy Ayers,
Organ,
Angry Samoans,
Lou Reed,
Stereo Dub,
Audionom,
Crash Course in Science,
David Axelrod,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Warren Ellis,
Andrew Hill,
John Coltrane,
Scrapy,
Soulsonic Force,
Goldenarms,
The Searchers,
Amazonics,
Harry Pussy,
Charles Mingus,
The Human League,
The Velvet Underground,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Spandau Ballet,
X-102,
Intrusion,
The Electric Prunes,
Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey.
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.