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 Zambia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Harmonia to the funk 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 Deakin. All the underground hits.
All The Doobie Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Morten Harket record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nik Kershaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hasil Adkins,
The Cramps,
The Vogues,
Eden Ahbez,
Quantec,
Joey Negro,
Soulsonic Force,
Chrome,
Barrington Levy,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Banda Bassotti,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Liliput,
Lakeside,
Fela Kuti,
Flipper,
Goldenarms,
The Gories,
Popol Vuh,
David Bowie,
The Busters,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Smoke,
R.M.O.,
Radio Birdman,
Soft Cell,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Animal Collective,
Sound Behaviour,
Janne Schatter,
Visage,
Marvin Gaye,
Roxette,
Amazonics,
Sexual Harrassment,
Robert Wyatt,
Roger Hodgson,
The Blackbyrds,
The Toasters,
Yellowson,
Alphaville,
Blake Baxter,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Zero Boys,
Nick Fraelich,
Andrew Hill,
John Coltrane,
Intrusion,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Erykah Badu,
Gang Green,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sister Nancy,
Scientists,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Minor Threat,
Magma,
the Germs,
Ludus,
Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon.
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.