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 Israel and from Jakarta.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Thompson Twins to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Urselle. All the underground hits.
All Moebius tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maleditus Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Newcleus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joey Negro,
Ronan,
Jandek,
The Selecter,
Rufus Thomas,
Au Pairs,
Zapp,
Arthur Verocai,
Dawn Penn,
Gichy Dan,
Sun Ra,
Ossler,
Rosa Yemen,
The Skatalites,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ponytail,
The Dave Clark Five,
Youth Brigade,
EPMD,
Deepchord,
Cecil Taylor,
The Sonics,
Half Japanese,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Khruangbin,
Alphaville,
Dennis Brown,
Public Enemy,
Lalo Schifrin,
Cluster,
Isaac Hayes,
Grey Daturas,
The Cramps,
Urselle,
The Flesh Eaters,
Subhumans,
Bluetip,
Soft Machine,
Johnny Clarke,
Amon Düül,
Radiohead,
Marine Girls,
Roy Ayers,
E-Dancer,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Albert Ayler,
the Slits,
The Offenders,
The Motions,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lower 48,
Stetsasonic,
Faust,
Gregory Isaacs,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sexual Harrassment,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Raincoats,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson.
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.