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 Mali and from Madrid.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Toronto.
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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Zapp to the punk 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 A Certain Ratio. All the underground hits.
All The Cure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Halsall 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Second Layer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Cramps,
Charles Mingus,
Blossom Toes,
Colin Newman,
The Black Dice,
John Holt,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Darondo,
Brick,
Black Flag,
Derrick May,
The Gladiators,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
These Immortal Souls,
Aaron Thompson,
Ohio Players,
The Alarm Clocks,
Connie Case,
Maurizio,
Iggy Pop,
Donald Byrd,
Black Bananas,
cv313,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Soul Sonic Force,
Mission of Burma,
Royal Trux,
Junior Murvin,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Zeros,
Ituana,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Red Krayola,
The Trojans,
X-101,
Moebius,
Fad Gadget,
Judy Mowatt,
Boz Scaggs,
Byron Stingily,
B.T. Express,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Joe Finger,
The Searchers,
Ten City,
Joe Smooth,
Camberwell Now,
Hardrive,
Kurtis Blow,
the Fania All-Stars,
Spandau Ballet,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Big Daddy Kane,
Rites of Spring,
U.S. Maple,
Mr. Review,
Newcleus,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Associates,
Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians.
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.