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 Congo and from Bremen.
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 Shanghai and Houston.
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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Girls At Our Best!. All the underground hits.
All The New Christs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Urselle record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q65 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marcia Griffiths,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Trumans Water,
DJ Sneak,
Black Bananas,
B.T. Express,
Bill Near,
Juan Atkins,
cv313,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Nils Olav,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Beau Brummels,
DNA,
Connie Case,
Mr. Review,
Arcadia,
Easy Going,
Reagan Youth,
The Gladiators,
Ludus,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Scientists,
New Order,
Harry Pussy,
Porter Ricks,
Stetsasonic,
David Axelrod,
Barrington Levy,
kango's stein massive,
Aural Exciters,
Oneida,
Susan Cadogan,
Derrick Morgan,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Trojans,
F. McDonald,
The Knickerbockers,
Sexual Harrassment,
Steve Hackett,
The Sound,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Fluxion,
Rites of Spring,
Al Stewart,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lou Reed,
Rakim,
JFA,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Iggy Pop,
Sun City Girls,
The Slits,
Kenny Larkin,
Adolescents,
Aswad,
Soul II Soul,
Johnny Clarke,
Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy.
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.