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 Qatar and from Shanghai.
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 Cairo and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 guitar 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 Los Fastidios to the disco 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 The Royal Family And The Poor. All the underground hits.
All Cecil Taylor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dennis Brown record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 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 Grey Daturas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Dolphy,
Neu!,
The Golliwogs,
Newcleus,
The Standells,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Black Sheep,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Q65,
FM Einheit,
Bobby Sherman,
Wasted Youth,
the Swans,
Ken Boothe,
The Black Dice,
Amon Düül II,
Derrick May,
Eden Ahbez,
OOIOO,
John Holt,
Tres Demented,
The Gap Band,
Gregory Isaacs,
Todd Terry,
Cluster,
Hasil Adkins,
Neil Young,
The Litter,
the Association,
The Angels of Light,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Trojans,
Nas,
Crispian St. Peters,
Mission of Burma,
Nick Fraelich,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
John Cale,
Donald Byrd,
Kas Product,
Chrome,
Nico,
Ash Ra Tempel,
K-Klass,
Roxette,
Sister Nancy,
Sun City Girls,
The Modern Lovers,
Babytalk,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The New Christs,
Jacques Brel,
Oblivians,
The Barracudas,
Main Source,
Sight & Sound,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Gang Gang Dance,
Rakim,
Archie Shepp,
Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence.
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.