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 Namibia and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 Halifax and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 arpeggiator 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 the Soft Cell to the rock 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 The Residents. All the underground hits.
All Jawbox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Porter Ricks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soulsonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Vladislav Delay,
Sexual Harrassment,
Tubeway Army,
Blossom Toes,
Pole,
Japan,
Al Stewart,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Gil Scott Heron,
Black Flag,
Neu!,
UT,
Todd Terry,
Moby Grape,
Dorothy Ashby,
Von Mondo,
Blancmange,
Pagans,
Drexciya,
The Slits,
Hasil Adkins,
Absolute Body Control,
Aaron Thompson,
The Evens,
Mr. Review,
Public Enemy,
Derrick Morgan,
T.S.O.L.,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Invisible,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Vogues,
Jeff Mills,
Silicon Teens,
Harmonia,
Jandek,
the Fania All-Stars,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Max Romeo,
The Moleskins,
CMW,
Jawbox,
Sixth Finger,
10cc,
The Gun Club,
The Barracudas,
Ludus,
The Fall,
Urselle,
Gichy Dan,
Darondo,
Radiopuhelimet,
David Axelrod,
The Toasters,
Groovy Waters,
Mission of Burma,
The Kinks,
Crash Course in Science,
Soul II Soul,
Franke,
Nas,
The Slackers,
The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds.
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.