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 Eritrea and from Glasgow.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 sitar 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 Joe Finger to the rap 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 Nick Fraelich. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Halsall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Supertramp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tommy Roe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Janne Schatter,
OOIOO,
Sister Nancy,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Pantytec,
Grauzone,
Gang Gang Dance,
Byron Stingily,
Gil Scott Heron,
X-102,
The Neon Judgement,
The Raincoats,
Trumans Water,
Todd Terry,
Kurtis Blow,
Gong,
kango's stein massive,
Underground Resistance,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Music Machine,
Thee Headcoats,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Amazonics,
Procol Harum,
Scrapy,
Bad Manners,
Swell Maps,
Erasure,
Flamin' Groovies,
Japan,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Scientists,
Nirvana,
Q and Not U,
Con Funk Shun,
Stiv Bators,
Can,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Bob Dylan,
Andrew Hill,
PIL,
Jerry Gold Smith,
MDC,
The Detroit Cobras,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Mandrill,
The Black Dice,
The Cramps,
Quando Quango,
T. Rex,
The Seeds,
The Durutti Column,
Public Enemy,
Quantec,
Cal Tjader,
The Divine Comedy,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Remains,
the Normal,
Sandy B,
R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O..
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.