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 Cuba and from Winnipeg.
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 Manchester and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 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 Pantaleimon to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Jawbox. All the underground hits.
All Maleditus Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Niagra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donny Hathaway record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Flag,
Crash Course in Science,
Subhumans,
Pierre Henry,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Althea and Donna,
Maurizio,
Brand Nubian,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Skatalites,
Bauhaus,
Boredoms,
Derrick Morgan,
Stockholm Monsters,
Deakin,
The Velvet Underground,
Morten Harket,
Soul Sonic Force,
Jawbox,
Kerri Chandler,
Danielle Patucci,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Qualms,
Underground Resistance,
Deadbeat,
The Buckinghams,
Kurtis Blow,
Fad Gadget,
Joensuu 1685,
Popol Vuh,
Blossom Toes,
Kool Moe Dee,
Henry Cow,
Radio Birdman,
Amon Düül,
Skarface,
Quando Quango,
Pylon,
Minny Pops,
Basic Channel,
Bronski Beat,
ABBA,
CMW,
Minnie Riperton,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Trojans,
Robert Hood,
Warren Ellis,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Blues Magoos,
Talk Talk,
Aaron Thompson,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Fall,
Alphaville,
Rotary Connection,
Judy Mowatt,
Godley & Creme,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Soulsonic Force,
Colin Newman,
The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths.
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.