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 Kiribati and from Lagos.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Visage to the grime 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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family. All the underground hits.
All Warren Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Byron Stingily record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Count Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amazonics,
Gabor Szabo,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Moss Icon,
Ponytail,
The Fortunes,
Susan Cadogan,
Toni Rubio,
Marcia Griffiths,
Dennis Brown,
Eric B and Rakim,
Jacques Brel,
The Fugs,
The Buckinghams,
Pagans,
Spoonie Gee,
The Martian,
Bobby Byrd,
Quadrant,
the Sonics,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Ultravox,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Shadows of Knight,
Q and Not U,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Absolute Body Control,
Mandrill,
China Crisis,
Slave,
Spandau Ballet,
Al Stewart,
Cluster,
Warren Ellis,
Funkadelic,
Severed Heads,
Japan,
Lou Christie,
Ultra Naté,
Marine Girls,
Royal Trux,
Monolake,
Banda Bassotti,
kango's stein massive,
Goldenarms,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Fear,
Black Sheep,
Joy Division,
Lebanon Hanover,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Erykah Badu,
Juan Atkins,
The Residents,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Pop Group,
The Modern Lovers,
the Fania All-Stars,
8 Eyed Spy,
Niagra,
Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson.
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.