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 Tuvalu and from Lyon.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Peanut Butter Conspiracy to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Black Sheep. All the underground hits.
All Malaria! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donald Byrd record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Intrusion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mo-Dettes,
Sister Nancy,
Shoche,
Nation of Ulysses,
Blancmange,
Arcadia,
Ludus,
Bootsy Collins,
Youth Brigade,
Prince Buster,
Zero Boys,
Amon Düül,
Index,
Lou Christie,
The Zeros,
Joey Negro,
Todd Rundgren,
The Fall,
The Litter,
The Black Dice,
Kaleidoscope,
The Move,
Rites of Spring,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Pharoah Sanders,
Metal Thangz,
Faust,
Deadbeat,
Yusef Lateef,
Don Cherry,
the Sonics,
Warren Ellis,
The Blackbyrds,
The Techniques,
Electric Prunes,
Talk Talk,
Lebanon Hanover,
Cheater Slicks,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Neil Young,
The Knickerbockers,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Count Five,
In Retrospect,
FM Einheit,
The Gories,
Idris Muhammad,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lindisfarne,
Fatback Band,
Cecil Taylor,
Alton Ellis,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Rotary Connection,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sällskapet,
Television Personalities,
The Smoke,
Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane.
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.