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 Armenia and from Jakarta.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Kenny Larkin to the electroclash 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 Tubeway Army. All the underground hits.
All Justin Hinds & The Dominoes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick Morgan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Green record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Donny Hathaway,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ludus,
EPMD,
Aaron Thompson,
Echospace,
Angry Samoans,
The Durutti Column,
The Modern Lovers,
The Evens,
Pylon,
Procol Harum,
The Doors,
Bang On A Can,
James White and The Blacks,
Arthur Verocai,
The United States of America,
Roxette,
Franke,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sarah Menescal,
Funkadelic,
Cymande,
Don Cherry,
Boredoms,
Robert Wyatt,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sister Nancy,
The Cramps,
Cameo,
Livin' Joy,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
K-Klass,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sandy B,
Sonic Youth,
The Monks,
Matthew Halsall,
The Gun Club,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Darondo,
Cheater Slicks,
Harpers Bizarre,
Bobby Sherman,
Pantaleimon,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Angels of Light,
Magazine,
Anakelly,
Susan Cadogan,
Jesper Dahlback,
Brick,
The Velvet Underground,
Intrusion,
Unwound,
Joey Negro,
Fluxion,
Panda Bear,
Steve Hackett,
Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!.
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.