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 Chad and from Lille.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 snare 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 Laurel Aitken to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Clear Light. All the underground hits.
All China Crisis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Excepter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Eric Copeland,
DNA,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Pussy Galore,
The Red Krayola,
Anthony Braxton,
Sonny Sharrock,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Intrusion,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Crooked Eye,
Quantec,
Public Image Ltd.,
Cluster,
Harpers Bizarre,
Fela Kuti,
Panda Bear,
X-Ray Spex,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Fall,
Godley & Creme,
Fluxion,
Jerry's Kids,
Visage,
The Seeds,
Massinfluence,
One Last Wish,
Jacques Brel,
Maleditus Sound,
Faust,
Ultimate Spinach,
Max Romeo,
Pere Ubu,
Prince Buster,
Cal Tjader,
Model 500,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bush Tetras,
Grauzone,
Ossler,
Loose Ends,
Electric Prunes,
Terrestrial Tones,
Scan 7,
Tres Demented,
Eurythmics,
The Blackbyrds,
Blake Baxter,
The Associates,
Von Mondo,
Groovy Waters,
Monks,
June Days,
Stockholm Monsters,
X-102,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Magma,
Nico,
Joyce Sims,
Yazoo,
The Sound,
Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour.
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.