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 Belarus and from Seoul.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Amazonics to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Barry Ungar. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 10cc record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yusef Lateef record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fortunes,
Crash Course in Science,
Letta Mbulu,
Banda Bassotti,
the Normal,
The Gap Band,
David Bowie,
Fela Kuti,
Scrapy,
Magazine,
The Real Kids,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Oblivians,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
New Order,
The Smiths,
Harry Pussy,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Section 25,
Vainqueur,
Hot Snakes,
DJ Style,
Piero Umiliani,
Babytalk,
Easy Going,
Icehouse,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Cymande,
Brand Nubian,
Lou Christie,
The Toasters,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Skatalites,
the Sonics,
Jandek,
Kayak,
X-102,
Amon Düül II,
Quando Quango,
Jacob Miller,
La Düsseldorf,
The Birthday Party,
Guru Guru,
Soul II Soul,
Public Image Ltd.,
Gichy Dan,
Skaos,
Man Parrish,
Deakin,
Freddie Wadling,
Idris Muhammad,
T. Rex,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Tommy Roe,
Agent Orange,
Yellowson,
Godley & Creme,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro.
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.