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 Saudi Arabia and from Philadelphia.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Eden Ahbez to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 A Flock of Seagulls. All the underground hits.
All Clear Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joyce Sims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minutemen,
Yusef Lateef,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sugar Minott,
Echospace,
a-ha,
Spandau Ballet,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bad Manners,
Cecil Taylor,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Misunderstood,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Dave Clark Five,
Kurtis Blow,
Robert Hood,
Johnny Clarke,
Bronski Beat,
John Cale,
Pussy Galore,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Eurythmics,
Public Enemy,
The Buckinghams,
Au Pairs,
Roxette,
Grauzone,
FM Einheit,
Gastr Del Sol,
Gong,
Anthony Braxton,
Fluxion,
Lee Hazlewood,
In Retrospect,
Matthew Bourne,
Gang Gang Dance,
Altered Images,
Neil Young,
Ultra Naté,
Section 25,
The Dead C,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Pretty Things,
UT,
Glambeats Corp.,
Fad Gadget,
Simply Red,
Tomorrow,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Hoover,
Circle Jerks,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Interpol,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Popol Vuh,
Trumans Water,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Black Dice,
Pole,
Rufus Thomas,
Intrusion,
Erykah Badu,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose.
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.