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 Mozambique and from Jakarta.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Lille.
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 mellotron 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 Groovy Waters to the disco 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 Ken Boothe. All the underground hits.
All Bizarre Inc. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Audionom record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Guru Guru,
Dennis Brown,
Aswad,
Aaron Thompson,
David Bowie,
Pole,
Newcleus,
Black Flag,
Moss Icon,
Gong,
The Slits,
E-Dancer,
Rhythm & Sound,
Quadrant,
Country Teasers,
Grandmaster Flash,
the Fania All-Stars,
Oblivians,
R.M.O.,
The Slackers,
Faust,
A Certain Ratio,
Sun City Girls,
Robert Görl,
Section 25,
Godley & Creme,
Brand Nubian,
Electric Prunes,
OOIOO,
Trumans Water,
Glenn Branca,
Gerry Rafferty,
The J.B.'s,
Mr. Review,
The Stooges,
The Seeds,
Liliput,
10cc,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sällskapet,
Blossom Toes,
Black Pus,
KRS-One,
Maurizio,
Bauhaus,
The Divine Comedy,
Fela Kuti,
Hardrive,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Reagan Youth,
Carl Craig,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Amon Düül,
Bluetip,
Icehouse,
Gang Green,
Cecil Taylor,
David Axelrod,
Franke,
The Durutti Column,
Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget.
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.