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 Bahamas and from Accra.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Barclay James Harvest to the disco 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 Faraquet. All the underground hits.
All The Gap Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every L. Decosne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Techniques record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxette,
OOIOO,
Stereo Dub,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lalann,
Boz Scaggs,
Black Sheep,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Wake,
One Last Wish,
The Detroit Cobras,
Nation of Ulysses,
Junior Murvin,
Popol Vuh,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Fad Gadget,
Eric Copeland,
Sound Behaviour,
Brand Nubian,
Steve Hackett,
Masters at Work,
The Last Poets,
Interpol,
F. McDonald,
Pere Ubu,
The Doors,
The Human League,
B.T. Express,
T.S.O.L.,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Durutti Column,
Gang Gang Dance,
In Retrospect,
the Sonics,
the Association,
Freddie Wadling,
The Offenders,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Trojans,
Prince Buster,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Max Romeo,
R.M.O.,
Eurythmics,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Visage,
The Fugs,
Ken Boothe,
Oneida,
Basic Channel,
June Days,
Absolute Body Control,
Mission of Burma,
Frankie Knuckles,
Idris Muhammad,
Black Bananas,
Adolescents,
48th St. Collective,
Duran Duran,
LL Cool J,
10cc,
Chrome,
Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker.
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.