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 Guatemala and from Delhi.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 harpsichord 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 Gastr Del Sol to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Roxy Music. All the underground hits.
All Morten Harket tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fat Boys 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yusef Lateef record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television Personalities,
Oneida,
Mo-Dettes,
Judy Mowatt,
Cecil Taylor,
Godley & Creme,
Cabaret Voltaire,
B.T. Express,
Dorothy Ashby,
The New Christs,
Agitation Free,
John Holt,
Roxette,
Darondo,
Animal Collective,
New York Dolls,
Jeff Lynne,
Organ,
In Retrospect,
Iggy Pop,
The Fortunes,
Make Up,
Roy Ayers,
Ponytail,
Guru Guru,
Magazine,
Kerrie Biddell,
Al Stewart,
Slick Rick,
Rotary Connection,
The Doobie Brothers,
Arthur Verocai,
Henry Cow,
Zapp,
Derrick May,
Cybotron,
Robert Hood,
Michelle Simonal,
Swans,
Marine Girls,
Johnny Clarke,
Khruangbin,
Lou Christie,
Danielle Patucci,
Bad Manners,
This Heat,
Bob Dylan,
Ten City,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Thee Headcoats,
D'Angelo,
The Names,
Rod Modell,
Rhythm & Sound,
U.S. Maple,
Brick,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lucky Dragons,
Essential Logic,
Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band.
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.