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 Tonga and from Bologna.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Buzzcocks to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Freddie Wadling. All the underground hits.
All Tres Demented tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Prunes 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacob Miller record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q and Not U,
Aswad,
Negative Approach,
Zero Boys,
Surgeon,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Rapeman,
Matthew Halsall,
Girls At Our Best!,
Scrapy,
Eddi Front,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Divine Comedy,
Barry Ungar,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Flash Fearless,
Television Personalities,
Ronan,
Peter & Gordon,
Public Image Ltd.,
Massinfluence,
Aaron Thompson,
Delta 5,
Los Fastidios,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Unrelated Segments,
Alice Coltrane,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ponytail,
Marc Almond,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lalo Schifrin,
Chrome,
Danielle Patucci,
Andrew Hill,
The Evens,
Second Layer,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Harmonia,
Groovy Waters,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
DJ Sneak,
Junior Murvin,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
World's Most,
China Crisis,
The Gories,
Nico,
Radio Birdman,
The Dirtbombs,
Soul II Soul,
Todd Rundgren,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Jacques Brel,
The United States of America,
Grauzone,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Ultimate Spinach,
48th St. Collective,
Jeff Mills,
The Litter,
Byron Stingily,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo.
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.