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 Paraguay and from Accra.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 sitar 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 Lower 48 to the jazz 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 Scion. All the underground hits.
All Soul II Soul tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delon & Dalcan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bush Tetras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thompson Twins,
Rhythm & Sound,
Jesper Dahlback,
Banda Bassotti,
Saccharine Trust,
A Flock of Seagulls,
the Normal,
Gong,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Dawn Penn,
Stetsasonic,
Ice-T,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Colin Newman,
Bang On A Can,
Roxette,
The Velvet Underground,
The Busters,
Crooked Eye,
The Grass Roots,
Marmalade,
Absolute Body Control,
Big Daddy Kane,
Nirvana,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Anakelly,
Black Moon,
Angry Samoans,
Blancmange,
Sun City Girls,
Roger Hodgson,
Model 500,
Marcia Griffiths,
Vainqueur,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sällskapet,
Aural Exciters,
Pet Shop Boys,
Gregory Isaacs,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Vogues,
Quantec,
Scion,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Kenny Larkin,
Jandek,
David McCallum,
Unwound,
Franke,
Mr. Review,
Lee Hazlewood,
Kerrie Biddell,
cv313,
Minnie Riperton,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Crash Course in Science,
Nation of Ulysses,
Josef K,
OOIOO,
The Neon Judgement,
Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle.
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.