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 Haiti and from Tokyo.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 theremin 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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Zapp. All the underground hits.
All 8 Eyed Spy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fatback Band 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Standells,
kango's stein massive,
The Detroit Cobras,
Derrick May,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Althea and Donna,
Robert Wyatt,
Black Pus,
Pere Ubu,
Henry Cow,
Barclay James Harvest,
Heaven 17,
Fat Boys,
The Dirtbombs,
Jawbox,
Iggy Pop,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
the Sonics,
Rapeman,
The Blackbyrds,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Rosa Yemen,
Suicide,
Second Layer,
Janne Schatter,
Funkadelic,
Mandrill,
The Pop Group,
The Blues Magoos,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Rites of Spring,
Charles Mingus,
The Tremeloes,
The Moody Blues,
X-101,
Marc Almond,
The Names,
Derrick Morgan,
Schoolly D,
Au Pairs,
Deadbeat,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Brick,
Yazoo,
The Fall,
Dark Day,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lucky Dragons,
Tom Boy,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Chrome,
Stetsasonic,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Velvet Underground,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Newcleus,
Rufus Thomas,
Barrington Levy,
Altered Images,
Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented.
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.