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 Slovenia and from Mexico City.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the marimba 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 Camouflage to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Loose Ends. All the underground hits.
All cv313 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every L. Decosne 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q65 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ohio Players,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Supertramp,
Tomorrow,
a-ha,
Donald Byrd,
Loose Ends,
Carl Craig,
Shoche,
ABC,
Scion,
Fad Gadget,
Howard Jones,
Banda Bassotti,
Pet Shop Boys,
E-Dancer,
Vainqueur,
Henry Cow,
Jeff Mills,
The Doobie Brothers,
UT,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
DJ Sneak,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Drexciya,
The Litter,
The Mummies,
The Five Americans,
Newcleus,
Angry Samoans,
Liliput,
Letta Mbulu,
Pharoah Sanders,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Gun Club,
John Coltrane,
Tom Boy,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Joyce Sims,
Scott Walker,
Roy Ayers,
Faraquet,
Traffic Nightmare,
T.S.O.L.,
The Grass Roots,
Rakim,
U.S. Maple,
The Martian,
Bluetip,
Buzzcocks,
Kerrie Biddell,
Altered Images,
Whodini,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Mission of Burma,
The Vogues,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Make Up, Make Up, Make Up, Make Up.
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.