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 Pakistan and from Tehran.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Victims to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Unrelated Segments. All the underground hits.
All the Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Swans 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gories,
Popol Vuh,
B.T. Express,
New York Dolls,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Fall,
Infiniti,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Fear,
Basic Channel,
H. Thieme,
Todd Rundgren,
Jacob Miller,
June Days,
Mad Mike,
James Chance & The Contortions,
China Crisis,
The Star Department,
Theoretical Girls,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Gong,
The Blues Magoos,
Pantaleimon,
The Invisible,
The Red Krayola,
the Soft Cell,
The Human League,
Joensuu 1685,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Slave,
The Searchers,
The Durutti Column,
The Angels of Light,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Japan,
Erykah Badu,
Scratch Acid,
Arcadia,
Smog,
Malaria!,
The Blackbyrds,
Von Mondo,
cv313,
Skarface,
The Alarm Clocks,
Glambeats Corp.,
Funky Four + One,
Qualms,
Y Pants,
Con Funk Shun,
Soul II Soul,
Cybotron,
Terry Callier,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Delta 5,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Ronnie Foster,
Aloha Tigers,
Intrusion,
Bluetip,
Lucky Dragons,
Bauhaus,
Sister Nancy,
Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader.
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.