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 Seychelles and from Taipei.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the theremin 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 Siglo XX to the funk 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 Glambeats Corp.. All the underground hits.
All Slick Rick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonic Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Absolute Body Control record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harmonia,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Blossom Toes,
Cymande,
The Gap Band,
Pantytec,
Rekid,
Absolute Body Control,
The Gun Club,
Gong,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Grass Roots,
Wire,
Stereo Dub,
Cabaret Voltaire,
EPMD,
Throbbing Gristle,
Rotary Connection,
Lakeside,
The Golliwogs,
The Happenings,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Suburban Knight,
ABBA,
The Detroit Cobras,
Eden Ahbez,
Stockholm Monsters,
Glenn Branca,
Alton Ellis,
Flipper,
The Alarm Clocks,
Goldenarms,
Howard Jones,
The Index,
Peter and Kerry,
Warren Ellis,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Vladislav Delay,
Crispy Ambulance,
Roger Hodgson,
Cybotron,
Nick Fraelich,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Junior Murvin,
Chris & Cosey,
F. McDonald,
8 Eyed Spy,
Grauzone,
Rod Modell,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Marmalade,
Babytalk,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Fluxion,
Peter & Gordon,
Q65,
Arcadia,
The Move,
Laurel Aitken,
The Saints,
John Coltrane,
Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti.
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.