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 Suriname and from Johannesburg.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 oboe 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 Pole to the dance 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 Swell Maps. All the underground hits.
All The Vogues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Copeland record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispy Ambulance,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Silicon Teens,
Vladislav Delay,
Peter and Kerry,
Matthew Bourne,
Brothers Johnson,
Loose Ends,
Alphaville,
Sight & Sound,
The Electric Prunes,
Tom Boy,
The Sonics,
Skaos,
Barclay James Harvest,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
James White and The Blacks,
Slick Rick,
This Heat,
Ossler,
Ludus,
The Golliwogs,
Darondo,
Gregory Isaacs,
Letta Mbulu,
Ultra Naté,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lower 48,
Eden Ahbez,
Sex Pistols,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Fluxion,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Scientists,
Technova,
Peter & Gordon,
Roxy Music,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Pierre Henry,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Eve St. Jones,
Toni Rubio,
Young Marble Giants,
Johnny Clarke,
Ken Boothe,
Inner City,
Theoretical Girls,
Icehouse,
Magma,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Girls At Our Best!,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Doors,
The Gap Band,
Moebius,
Los Fastidios,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Divine Comedy,
Sugar Minott,
Second Layer,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads.
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.