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 Samoa and from Lagos.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 oboe 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 Alphaville to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Wally Richardson. All the underground hits.
All Liaisons Dangereuses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terry Callier 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerrie Biddell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy Collins,
Black Flag,
Archie Shepp,
Joe Smooth,
KRS-One,
Andrew Hill,
Sister Nancy,
The Remains,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Blake Baxter,
AZ,
Rufus Thomas,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Electric Prunes,
Negative Approach,
Sound Behaviour,
Lucky Dragons,
Rosa Yemen,
Yazoo,
The Velvet Underground,
Minnie Riperton,
Rites of Spring,
UT,
Tres Demented,
The Monks,
Johnny Clarke,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Gun Club,
Organ,
Cluster,
Bang On A Can,
Intrusion,
Depeche Mode,
Faust,
Rod Modell,
Faraquet,
Icehouse,
Lalann,
CMW,
X-102,
Patti Smith,
Funky Four + One,
Simply Red,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Toasters,
Matthew Halsall,
Banda Bassotti,
The Doors,
The Human League,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Wire,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Goldenarms,
One Last Wish,
June Days,
Lyres,
Excepter,
Avey Tare,
Make Up,
The Blackbyrds,
Ossler,
Roy Ayers,
H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme.
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.