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 Antigua and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 synthesizer 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 The Fuzztones to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Mighty Diamonds. All the underground hits.
All Blancmange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Selector Dub Narcotic 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Essential Logic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Durutti Column,
Thee Headcoats,
Yazoo,
The Gap Band,
Circle Jerks,
Erasure,
The Remains,
Marmalade,
The Cure,
Sight & Sound,
The Skatalites,
EPMD,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The New Christs,
Peter & Gordon,
Joy Division,
Darondo,
Cheater Slicks,
The Blues Magoos,
Black Moon,
Black Pus,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Crash Course in Science,
Little Man,
Al Stewart,
Kas Product,
The Index,
The Fortunes,
10cc,
Bill Near,
Moby Grape,
The Modern Lovers,
Oblivians,
Pierre Henry,
Country Teasers,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sun Ra,
Roger Hodgson,
Minor Threat,
PIL,
Surgeon,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Jeru the Damaja,
Stockholm Monsters,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Pharoah Sanders,
Wire,
The Gun Club,
Joe Finger,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Saccharine Trust,
The Young Rascals,
Aaron Thompson,
The Divine Comedy,
The Angels of Light,
Scratch Acid,
Swell Maps,
Guru Guru,
Trumans Water,
The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks.
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.