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 Swaziland and from Mumbai.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Dawn Penn to the funk 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 Delon & Dalcan. All the underground hits.
All Max Romeo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ossler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Godley & Creme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blancmange,
Marc Almond,
Alison Limerick,
The American Breed,
Scientists,
Kevin Saunderson,
Cameo,
Mission of Burma,
Buzzcocks,
Youth Brigade,
The Saints,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Thompson Twins,
The J.B.'s,
Kerrie Biddell,
Max Romeo,
Nation of Ulysses,
Jacques Brel,
The Remains,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
A Flock of Seagulls,
David Axelrod,
Sugar Minott,
Nik Kershaw,
Con Funk Shun,
Janne Schatter,
Aural Exciters,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Surgeon,
David Bowie,
Underground Resistance,
Reuben Wilson,
The Index,
Wolf Eyes,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Eli Mardock,
Henry Cow,
Saccharine Trust,
FM Einheit,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Hardrive,
Fat Boys,
The Smiths,
KRS-One,
The Knickerbockers,
Little Man,
H. Thieme,
Roxy Music,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Skriet,
Peter & Gordon,
the Slits,
Marcia Griffiths,
Rapeman,
The Golliwogs,
Goldenarms,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Pere Ubu,
Suicide,
The United States of America,
Echospace,
Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry.
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.