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 Argentina and from Winnipeg.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Wire 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 Radio Birdman. All the underground hits.
All Vaughan Mason & Crew tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultra Naté 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bronski Beat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scientists,
Michelle Simonal,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Jeff Mills,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ludus,
Camberwell Now,
Harpers Bizarre,
Technova,
Echospace,
CMW,
Jeru the Damaja,
Swell Maps,
Terry Callier,
The Remains,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Mummies,
Yazoo,
Moebius,
Aural Exciters,
Matthew Bourne,
Bush Tetras,
Gang Starr,
The Monks,
Jacob Miller,
Half Japanese,
The Last Poets,
Dead Boys,
MC5,
Pole,
The Dirtbombs,
The Modern Lovers,
Deakin,
Saccharine Trust,
Brick,
Subhumans,
Fatback Band,
Animal Collective,
Tom Boy,
Jacques Brel,
Ornette Coleman,
Bizarre Inc.,
David Bowie,
Quando Quango,
Flipper,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Section 25,
Isaac Hayes,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Fuzztones,
Gang Green,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Kas Product,
Blancmange,
The Busters,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Roger Hodgson,
Lyres,
The Cramps,
Avey Tare,
Mars,
Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker.
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.