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 Latvia and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 Columbus and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo to the techno 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 The Names. All the underground hits.
All The Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every R.M.O. 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lakeside record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Toni Rubio,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sixth Finger,
The Young Rascals,
Kool Moe Dee,
Livin' Joy,
The Red Krayola,
Ultra Naté,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Aloha Tigers,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Minny Pops,
Terrestrial Tones,
Cameo,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Anthony Braxton,
Fugazi,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bill Wells,
R.M.O.,
Albert Ayler,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Supertramp,
Ituana,
Porter Ricks,
Michelle Simonal,
Second Layer,
the Normal,
Roxette,
Barrington Levy,
Charles Mingus,
Thee Headcoats,
The Moody Blues,
L. Decosne,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Donny Hathaway,
Wolf Eyes,
Rapeman,
Ralphi Rosario,
Fear,
LL Cool J,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Shuggie Otis,
Marvin Gaye,
The Fall,
The Gories,
Rotary Connection,
The Walker Brothers,
Theoretical Girls,
The Techniques,
Glenn Branca,
Tim Buckley,
The Count Five,
ABBA,
Can,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Reuben Wilson,
Grandmaster Flash,
X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex.
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.