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 Egypt and from Copenhagen.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 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 Hardrive 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme. All the underground hits.
All La Düsseldorf tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dave Clark Five 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blossom Toes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Coltrane,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Judy Mowatt,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Harry Pussy,
Stetsasonic,
In Retrospect,
Andrew Hill,
Panda Bear,
Mark Hollis,
Skaos,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Fat Boys,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Monks,
Alice Coltrane,
The Zeros,
Country Teasers,
The Fugs,
Godley & Creme,
Public Image Ltd.,
the Fania All-Stars,
F. McDonald,
Arab on Radar,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Vladislav Delay,
E-Dancer,
Marc Almond,
Joy Division,
Rapeman,
Tim Buckley,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Names,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sixth Finger,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
David Axelrod,
Peter & Gordon,
Zero Boys,
Magma,
Bill Wells,
Ralphi Rosario,
Pylon,
Eric Copeland,
Susan Cadogan,
X-101,
Eli Mardock,
Monks,
Girls At Our Best!,
Erasure,
The Gories,
Barrington Levy,
Intrusion,
Grey Daturas,
Lalann,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Stereo Dub,
R.M.O.,
the Normal,
The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter.
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.