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 Mozambique and from Bremen.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Average White Band to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Zeros tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalo Schifrin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stiv Bators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Wyatt,
Easy Going,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Aaron Thompson,
the Swans,
Jawbox,
Mad Mike,
The Happenings,
The Standells,
L. Decosne,
Gang of Four,
Matthew Bourne,
The Human League,
The Pop Group,
The Beau Brummels,
Eric Copeland,
Sex Pistols,
T. Rex,
Iggy Pop,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Juan Atkins,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Jeff Lynne,
The Gun Club,
Mars,
Connie Case,
Deakin,
Tubeway Army,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Monks,
Donny Hathaway,
Joy Division,
Reagan Youth,
Rosa Yemen,
Pantytec,
Lebanon Hanover,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Doobie Brothers,
Dorothy Ashby,
Scrapy,
JFA,
the Fania All-Stars,
Electric Prunes,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Metal Thangz,
The Martian,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
David Bowie,
The Flesh Eaters,
Scan 7,
Pet Shop Boys,
Wings,
Swell Maps,
Wasted Youth,
Soft Cell,
The Mojo Men,
The Alarm Clocks,
Skriet,
Stetsasonic,
E-Dancer,
Boogie Down Productions,
Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles.
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.