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 Ivory Coast and from Shanghai.
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 Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Mary Jane Girls to the jazz 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 Guru Guru. All the underground hits.
All Byron Stingily tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boz Scaggs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minnie Riperton,
Agitation Free,
Flash Fearless,
The Litter,
Jacques Brel,
Reuben Wilson,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Idris Muhammad,
Susan Cadogan,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Sound,
Dead Boys,
World's Most,
Pierre Henry,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Remains,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
UT,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bad Manners,
Aural Exciters,
Hasil Adkins,
Darondo,
Maurizio,
The Martian,
Max Romeo,
The Alarm Clocks,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
ABC,
Byron Stingily,
Kaleidoscope,
Black Pus,
Wolf Eyes,
Todd Rundgren,
Gang Starr,
Scott Walker,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
New Order,
Little Man,
Brick,
The Monochrome Set,
Das Ding,
Lindisfarne,
Technova,
The Modern Lovers,
Chrome,
Pantaleimon,
Aaron Thompson,
Toni Rubio,
Sandy B,
Kenny Larkin,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Music Machine,
Procol Harum,
Sparks,
The American Breed,
Zapp,
Oneida,
Infiniti,
MDC,
Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff.
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.