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 Niger and from Philadelphia.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 synthesizer 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 Barclay James Harvest to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Lakeside. All the underground hits.
All B.T. Express tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Starr record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 Trumans Water record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rosa Yemen,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
CMW,
Eurythmics,
Heaven 17,
The Martian,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Angry Samoans,
Alice Coltrane,
The Music Machine,
Silicon Teens,
Y Pants,
B.T. Express,
Interpol,
MC5,
Tubeway Army,
The Motions,
Qualms,
Basic Channel,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Tropical Tobacco,
Urselle,
Supertramp,
Hasil Adkins,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Techniques,
ABC,
Masters at Work,
The Velvet Underground,
R.M.O.,
Gabor Szabo,
Funky Four + One,
The Fuzztones,
Ken Boothe,
KRS-One,
Echospace,
Loose Ends,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sex Pistols,
The Index,
Josef K,
Ultravox,
Clear Light,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Evens,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Magma,
A Certain Ratio,
Vainqueur,
Bluetip,
The Gladiators,
Quando Quango,
Stereo Dub,
Camberwell Now,
Neil Young,
Lyres,
Sun Ra,
Delta 5,
Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul.
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.