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 Georgia and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 808 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 Seeds to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Zero Boys. All the underground hits.
All Pet Shop Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arthur Verocai record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious Big And Bone Thugs 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?
The Skatalites,
Smog,
Niagra,
Bush Tetras,
The Move,
Minnie Riperton,
Skarface,
Kenny Larkin,
Los Fastidios,
the Normal,
Soft Cell,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Howard Jones,
The Evens,
The Monks,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Quantec,
Fad Gadget,
Robert Görl,
Guru Guru,
Pantytec,
ABBA,
The Zeros,
OOIOO,
Cameo,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
B.T. Express,
Tres Demented,
Godley & Creme,
Lakeside,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Whodini,
Arcadia,
Bobby Byrd,
June of 44,
The Index,
Drexciya,
Nirvana,
Tropical Tobacco,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Rapeman,
Terrestrial Tones,
Piero Umiliani,
X-Ray Spex,
James White and The Blacks,
The Gun Club,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lebanon Hanover,
Graham Central Station,
Ronan,
Pere Ubu,
Black Flag,
Rites of Spring,
Soul II Soul,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Morten Harket,
The Seeds,
Aural Exciters,
Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May.
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.