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 Bolivia and from Manila.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Robert Wyatt to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Sandy B. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Sherman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DeepChord presents Echospace record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Idris Muhammad,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ossler,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Janne Schatter,
Scientists,
Pantytec,
Groovy Waters,
Loose Ends,
D'Angelo,
The United States of America,
The Wake,
Sister Nancy,
Morten Harket,
Eddi Front,
Faust,
Dark Day,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Stooges,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sparks,
Oblivians,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Trojans,
Rekid,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Isaac Hayes,
The Saints,
Nick Fraelich,
T.S.O.L.,
Susan Cadogan,
The Blues Magoos,
June of 44,
Das Ding,
Derrick May,
Japan,
Funkadelic,
Don Cherry,
Ronnie Foster,
Circle Jerks,
Depeche Mode,
Pierre Henry,
The Names,
X-101,
The Searchers,
Wasted Youth,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Fear,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Grass Roots,
Michelle Simonal,
Barry Ungar,
Niagra,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Newcleus,
The Vogues,
Zero Boys,
Aloha Tigers,
Bootsy Collins,
The Fortunes,
Roxy Music,
Stereo Dub,
Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav.
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.