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 Netherlands and from Edmonton.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Music Machine to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Sex Pistols. All the underground hits.
All Massinfluence tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ohio Players record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blancmange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moby Grape,
Surgeon,
The Pop Group,
Minutemen,
Yaz,
Sonny Sharrock,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Ultra Naté,
The Fugs,
the Germs,
Fela Kuti,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sixth Finger,
Ronnie Foster,
The Standells,
Johnny Clarke,
Zapp,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The American Breed,
Drexciya,
Derrick Morgan,
Y Pants,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Detroit Cobras,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
X-101,
Black Pus,
Lower 48,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Jeff Mills,
the Soft Cell,
Slick Rick,
Henry Cow,
Sällskapet,
Danielle Patucci,
Second Layer,
Marcia Griffiths,
Arab on Radar,
Con Funk Shun,
Rotary Connection,
The Mighty Diamonds,
cv313,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Wake,
John Coltrane,
Chrome,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Metal Thangz,
Junior Murvin,
FM Einheit,
The Cramps,
Avey Tare,
New Order,
The Five Americans,
Marmalade,
Bobby Sherman,
Ultravox,
the Swans,
Joy Division,
New York Dolls,
Don Cherry,
Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu.
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.