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 Mexico and from Tokyo.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Michael McDonald 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 Harry Pussy to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Sam Rivers. All the underground hits.
All Youth Brigade 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 electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gong record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barrington Levy,
Agent Orange,
Delta 5,
the Human League,
Steve Hackett,
Fear,
Sonny Sharrock,
Alice Coltrane,
Colin Newman,
Alphaville,
The Selecter,
FM Einheit,
L. Decosne,
K-Klass,
The Toasters,
Moby Grape,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Girls At Our Best!,
Rosa Yemen,
Moebius,
a-ha,
Matthew Bourne,
The Durutti Column,
Leonard Cohen,
Roxy Music,
Chrome,
Camberwell Now,
8 Eyed Spy,
Grandmaster Flash,
Nik Kershaw,
The Evens,
Quantec,
Donny Hathaway,
John Cale,
Shuggie Otis,
Skarface,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Tubeway Army,
Buzzcocks,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bobby Womack,
Von Mondo,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Toni Rubio,
Lou Reed,
Newcleus,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Fugs,
Dorothy Ashby,
Peter and Kerry,
Nation of Ulysses,
Chris & Cosey,
Eric B and Rakim,
Gang Green,
Stiv Bators,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Raincoats,
Faraquet,
Crime,
MDC,
Rapeman,
Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes.
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.