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 Equatorial Guinea and from Philadelphia.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Skatalites to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Monks. All the underground hits.
All The Fugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alison Limerick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yusef Lateef record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rotary Connection,
Faraquet,
Trumans Water,
Bad Manners,
the Normal,
Radio Birdman,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Alton Ellis,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Heaven 17,
Shoche,
The Gap Band,
FM Einheit,
Joensuu 1685,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Harmonia,
The Dead C,
Connie Case,
Boredoms,
Mo-Dettes,
Robert Hood,
The Electric Prunes,
The Smoke,
The Invisible,
Saccharine Trust,
Magma,
Minutemen,
It's A Beautiful Day,
DNA,
Bob Dylan,
Masters at Work,
Tropical Tobacco,
Stiv Bators,
The Buckinghams,
Ice-T,
John Lydon,
Aswad,
The Mojo Men,
Lyres,
Sam Rivers,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Seeds,
Theoretical Girls,
Gong,
Althea and Donna,
Cheater Slicks,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Gories,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Knickerbockers,
Livin' Joy,
Kurtis Blow,
The Leaves,
Vainqueur,
Lalo Schifrin,
Surgeon,
Con Funk Shun,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Henry Cow,
T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L..
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.