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 St Lucia and from Seoul.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Gerry Rafferty 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 Letta Mbulu. All the underground hits.
All Excepter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quantec record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sarah Menescal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scan 7,
Scion,
Dawn Penn,
The Walker Brothers,
Kenny Larkin,
Traffic Nightmare,
Todd Rundgren,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Drive Like Jehu,
Echospace,
Erasure,
Ludus,
Charles Mingus,
Lightning Bolt,
Loose Ends,
Saccharine Trust,
Minny Pops,
FM Einheit,
Marshall Jefferson,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Jerry's Kids,
Black Bananas,
Sex Pistols,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Angels of Light,
The Count Five,
Cymande,
Trumans Water,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Robert Wyatt,
Con Funk Shun,
The Velvet Underground,
E-Dancer,
Aural Exciters,
Gong,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Birthday Party,
The American Breed,
Silicon Teens,
Eli Mardock,
Grauzone,
Y Pants,
kango's stein massive,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Danielle Patucci,
ABBA,
Anthony Braxton,
Skaos,
Eve St. Jones,
Television,
Stiv Bators,
Main Source,
Darondo,
Joyce Sims,
Quantec,
Icehouse,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Smoke,
The Durutti Column,
Donald Byrd,
Sister Nancy,
Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia.
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.