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 Oman and from Columbus.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 marimba 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 China Crisis to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Anthony Braxton. All the underground hits.
All The Busters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Names 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kenny Larkin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
PIL,
Public Enemy,
Jeff Mills,
Marine Girls,
JFA,
Eric Dolphy,
Stereo Dub,
Scientists,
Theoretical Girls,
Fear,
Johnny Osbourne,
MC5,
The Alarm Clocks,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Royal Trux,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Dave Gahan,
Zero Boys,
Q65,
The Gun Club,
Shuggie Otis,
Deakin,
Icehouse,
Lucky Dragons,
Lower 48,
Roy Ayers,
Hot Snakes,
The Searchers,
La Düsseldorf,
Matthew Bourne,
This Heat,
Rod Modell,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Selecter,
Crash Course in Science,
The Music Machine,
Supertramp,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Yazoo,
Todd Rundgren,
Niagra,
Junior Murvin,
Chris & Cosey,
Funkadelic,
Mars,
Kenny Larkin,
Basic Channel,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Shadows of Knight,
Unrelated Segments,
Nation of Ulysses,
Black Bananas,
Howard Jones,
Tim Buckley,
Clear Light,
Cheater Slicks,
Sun City Girls,
Lindisfarne,
Sonny Sharrock,
Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants.
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.