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 Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Bremen.
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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Lucky Dragons to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Grauzone. All the underground hits.
All Red Lorry Yellow Lorry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aswad record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s 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 The Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Procol Harum,
The Saints,
The Walker Brothers,
Cameo,
Royal Trux,
Supertramp,
Soulsonic Force,
L. Decosne,
Organ,
This Heat,
Q65,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Delon & Dalcan,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
David Bowie,
Roy Ayers,
Youth Brigade,
Grauzone,
Q and Not U,
the Association,
Bluetip,
Jacques Brel,
Roger Hodgson,
Yellowson,
the Germs,
The Sound,
Agitation Free,
John Coltrane,
The Slackers,
Clear Light,
Colin Newman,
The Fugs,
Mandrill,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Moebius,
Eden Ahbez,
Throbbing Gristle,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Flipper,
Carl Craig,
Brothers Johnson,
the Bar-Kays,
Scientists,
Gang Green,
Intrusion,
Fear,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
B.T. Express,
Masters at Work,
Hardrive,
Heaven 17,
Interpol,
Half Japanese,
Pantaleimon,
X-101,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Circle Jerks,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ronan, Ronan, Ronan, Ronan.
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.