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 Madagascar and from Tokyo.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin 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 Motorama to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Saccharine Trust. All the underground hits.
All Desert Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bad Manners record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dual Sessions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faraquet,
Symarip,
Stetsasonic,
Nico,
Delon & Dalcan,
Mars,
Circle Jerks,
The Shadows of Knight,
Letta Mbulu,
Agitation Free,
Soul II Soul,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Fuzztones,
Second Layer,
The Offenders,
The Detroit Cobras,
Warsaw,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Gang Green,
Hashim,
Radio Birdman,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Moby Grape,
Man Parrish,
Radiopuhelimet,
Pagans,
Roy Ayers,
Minutemen,
Throbbing Gristle,
Half Japanese,
Scrapy,
The Monks,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Camberwell Now,
Don Cherry,
June of 44,
Nik Kershaw,
Sonny Sharrock,
Howard Jones,
Archie Shepp,
kango's stein massive,
Rekid,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Vladislav Delay,
Darondo,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Stockholm Monsters,
Basic Channel,
The Dirtbombs,
Cecil Taylor,
Television,
Mo-Dettes,
Thompson Twins,
Eden Ahbez,
Dawn Penn,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Grandmaster Flash,
Bob Dylan,
Qualms,
John Foxx,
Essential Logic,
The Angels of Light,
World's Most,
Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken.
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.