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 Uzbekistan and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Pop Group to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch. All the underground hits.
All Fifty Foot Hose tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Human League record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masters at Work record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eli Mardock,
Mars,
The Star Department,
Terrestrial Tones,
Altered Images,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Skatalites,
Soul Sonic Force,
Liliput,
The Sonics,
A Flock of Seagulls,
X-101,
Roy Ayers,
the Swans,
Marmalade,
The Evens,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Boredoms,
Gong,
Q65,
Main Source,
Donald Byrd,
The Pretty Things,
Cymande,
The Wake,
Newcleus,
Scion,
a-ha,
Eve St. Jones,
Reuben Wilson,
The Gun Club,
Josef K,
Easy Going,
Black Bananas,
Youth Brigade,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Kas Product,
Negative Approach,
Ultravox,
Silicon Teens,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Fear,
Unwound,
The New Christs,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Seeds,
Clear Light,
Colin Newman,
The Black Dice,
Khruangbin,
Bobby Sherman,
DNA,
Sam Rivers,
Inner City,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lalo Schifrin,
Electric Prunes,
Outsiders,
Pierre Henry,
Moby Grape,
Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control.
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.