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 Jamaica and from Cairo.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Pantytec to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Ralphi Rosario. All the underground hits.
All Wings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Laurel Aitken record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Bourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mission of Burma,
Oneida,
a-ha,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Todd Terry,
Wings,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Zapp,
Guru Guru,
Niagra,
Black Flag,
The Black Dice,
Tom Boy,
Arab on Radar,
Severed Heads,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Mojo Men,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Spoonie Gee,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Thee Headcoats,
The Pop Group,
Youth Brigade,
Dead Boys,
Cybotron,
Au Pairs,
Surgeon,
The Knickerbockers,
Max Romeo,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Al Stewart,
Ken Boothe,
The Monochrome Set,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Birthday Party,
X-102,
Section 25,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Jimmy McGriff,
Massinfluence,
Lightning Bolt,
Jeru the Damaja,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ponytail,
Sister Nancy,
New York Dolls,
Sixth Finger,
Soulsonic Force,
Aaron Thompson,
The Moleskins,
Crispy Ambulance,
Amon Düül,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Roy Ayers,
Matthew Halsall,
Visage,
Lalann,
The Skatalites,
Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell.
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.