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 Syria and from Halifax.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 theremin 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 John Coltrane to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk. All the underground hits.
All Pierre Henry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eden Ahbez record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vaughan Mason & Crew 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?
Cluster,
Man Parrish,
Anthony Braxton,
Grey Daturas,
Fear,
Joy Division,
Brothers Johnson,
The Modern Lovers,
Joe Finger,
The Move,
Fluxion,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Delon & Dalcan,
Zapp,
Slick Rick,
Fat Boys,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Excepter,
Silicon Teens,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Last Poets,
Ronan,
The Techniques,
The Human League,
Pet Shop Boys,
Youth Brigade,
The Motions,
Graham Central Station,
Fatback Band,
John Lydon,
Mandrill,
The Moody Blues,
Basic Channel,
The Invisible,
The Litter,
The Fortunes,
The Dirtbombs,
Echospace,
Agent Orange,
ABC,
Yazoo,
Khruangbin,
Eric B and Rakim,
Minor Threat,
Sonny Sharrock,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Robert Görl,
John Foxx,
Black Pus,
Josef K,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lungfish,
Scientists,
Scrapy,
FM Einheit,
Masters at Work,
The Gories,
The Fire Engines,
Symarip,
Moby Grape,
Nik Kershaw,
Lucky Dragons,
Jerry's Kids,
Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia.
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.