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 Venezuela and from New York.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Motorama to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Talk Talk. All the underground hits.
All Teenage Jesus and the Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Durutti Column 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mission of Burma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soulsonic Force,
The Sound,
The Residents,
Adolescents,
Minutemen,
Blancmange,
Kerri Chandler,
John Coltrane,
Barrington Levy,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Joy Division,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
R.M.O.,
Rotary Connection,
The Misunderstood,
Leonard Cohen,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Dirtbombs,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Half Japanese,
Tears for Fears,
Altered Images,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lebanon Hanover,
Pulsallama,
Hashim,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lungfish,
Second Layer,
Ronnie Foster,
Little Man,
The Gun Club,
The Fire Engines,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Wally Richardson,
Al Stewart,
Amazonics,
Ken Boothe,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Gastr Del Sol,
Max Romeo,
the Slits,
The Monks,
Mo-Dettes,
Quadrant,
Arcadia,
Fela Kuti,
Wings,
Archie Shepp,
Massinfluence,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Count Five,
Slave,
Motorama,
Marshall Jefferson,
Tres Demented,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Detroit Cobras,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
New Order,
Crispian St. Peters,
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.