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 Sudan and from Glasgow.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 harpsichord 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 Jeru the Damaja to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Fad Gadget. All the underground hits.
All Lonnie Liston Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Severed Heads record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-Ray Spex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Underground Resistance,
Livin' Joy,
cv313,
Jerry's Kids,
Althea and Donna,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sällskapet,
Blake Baxter,
Banda Bassotti,
Cheater Slicks,
UT,
The Detroit Cobras,
Unrelated Segments,
Malaria!,
Lindisfarne,
Patti Smith,
Soulsonic Force,
Grandmaster Flash,
Dawn Penn,
The Smoke,
Angry Samoans,
Byron Stingily,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Yaz,
Q65,
Arab on Radar,
Ten City,
The Gap Band,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ohio Players,
Charles Mingus,
Anthony Braxton,
Excepter,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Dirtbombs,
Rosa Yemen,
JFA,
Terrestrial Tones,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Dead Boys,
Mr. Review,
Susan Cadogan,
Connie Case,
Johnny Osbourne,
Ultra Naté,
Roxette,
Ultravox,
Sparks,
H. Thieme,
Don Cherry,
Judy Mowatt,
Letta Mbulu,
Flash Fearless,
Gerry Rafferty,
Porter Ricks,
Pagans,
Groovy Waters,
Scratch Acid,
Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science.
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.