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 Senegal and from Mexico City.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 theremin 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 Dirtbombs to the punk 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 Bill Near. All the underground hits.
All The Golliwogs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dark Day record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fatback Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bauhaus,
Erasure,
Hasil Adkins,
Country Teasers,
Deakin,
Soul Sonic Force,
Janne Schatter,
This Heat,
Max Romeo,
The Tremeloes,
the Human League,
Eric Copeland,
Procol Harum,
Byron Stingily,
Thee Headcoats,
The New Christs,
Dorothy Ashby,
Public Image Ltd.,
Amon Düül,
Peter & Gordon,
Dennis Brown,
Tim Buckley,
Black Moon,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Flesh Eaters,
Joensuu 1685,
Lalo Schifrin,
Metal Thangz,
Derrick May,
Television Personalities,
The Modern Lovers,
Section 25,
Vainqueur,
Rites of Spring,
The Evens,
Duran Duran,
Brand Nubian,
Harmonia,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Underground Resistance,
Mad Mike,
Girls At Our Best!,
Scrapy,
Gil Scott Heron,
Animal Collective,
These Immortal Souls,
Judy Mowatt,
Godley & Creme,
Magma,
Tommy Roe,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Letta Mbulu,
The Birthday Party,
H. Thieme,
World's Most,
The Skatalites,
Don Cherry,
a-ha,
A Certain Ratio,
Liliput, Liliput, Liliput, Liliput.
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.