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 East Timor and from Lille.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Pierre Henry to the techno 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 Circle Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Lizzy Mercier Descloux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grauzone 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Talk Talk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
KRS-One,
F. McDonald,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Soft Cell,
Brass Construction,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Hoover,
The Human League,
The Fire Engines,
Fatback Band,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Marvin Gaye,
Sister Nancy,
The United States of America,
Wasted Youth,
Shoche,
The Gun Club,
Half Japanese,
The Sonics,
Negative Approach,
Skriet,
Warsaw,
Brothers Johnson,
48th St. Collective,
Crispy Ambulance,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Make Up,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Birthday Party,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Fuzztones,
These Immortal Souls,
Supertramp,
Can,
Agitation Free,
Duran Duran,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Barrington Levy,
Flamin' Groovies,
Talk Talk,
Rapeman,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Easy Going,
Minutemen,
The Velvet Underground,
L. Decosne,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Toni Rubio,
Anakelly,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ten City,
Little Man,
the Human League,
The Blackbyrds,
Yaz,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Blake Baxter,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Cymande, Cymande, Cymande, Cymande.
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.