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 Libya and from Stockholm.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 mellotron 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 Swell Maps to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deepchord 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Isaac Hayes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lee Hazlewood,
Iggy Pop,
The Raincoats,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Pole,
Sam Rivers,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sonny Sharrock,
Beasts of Bourbon,
DNA,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Scrapy,
Barry Ungar,
Wally Richardson,
Sparks,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Warren Ellis,
John Holt,
Traffic Nightmare,
Monks,
CMW,
Todd Rundgren,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Angels of Light,
Sex Pistols,
Fatback Band,
Thompson Twins,
Malaria!,
Dark Day,
Ossler,
In Retrospect,
Loose Ends,
Big Daddy Kane,
Oblivians,
Pet Shop Boys,
Half Japanese,
The Music Machine,
The Stooges,
Guru Guru,
Urselle,
The Searchers,
Fugazi,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Zero Boys,
A Certain Ratio,
Blossom Toes,
Brass Construction,
Visage,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Marcia Griffiths,
Kenny Larkin,
Roy Ayers,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bang On A Can,
Dual Sessions,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Easy Going,
The New Christs,
Lalo Schifrin,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos.
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.