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 Iran and from Woodstock.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Copenhagen.
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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Janne Schatter to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Dark Day. All the underground hits.
All L. Decosne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Major Organ And The Adding Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moby Grape,
These Immortal Souls,
Chris Corsano,
Joe Smooth,
Bobby Byrd,
The Victims,
Maurizio,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Smiths,
Bush Tetras,
Tim Buckley,
Robert Görl,
Basic Channel,
Prince Buster,
Oblivians,
Andrew Hill,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Gang Green,
Au Pairs,
Underground Resistance,
The Fire Engines,
Newcleus,
Wings,
F. McDonald,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Black Bananas,
Pussy Galore,
the Germs,
the Normal,
Delon & Dalcan,
Scientists,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
a-ha,
Grey Daturas,
Franke,
Severed Heads,
Soulsonic Force,
Y Pants,
UT,
Funkadelic,
Popol Vuh,
Jeff Lynne,
Alton Ellis,
Young Marble Giants,
AZ,
David Bowie,
Ultravox,
Neu!,
Letta Mbulu,
Don Cherry,
The Toasters,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Fall,
Parry Music,
Pulsallama,
The New Christs,
Suburban Knight,
Qualms,
The Techniques,
Jacob Miller,
Heaven 17,
Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins.
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.