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 Sweden and from Manchester.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 808 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 Evens to the dance 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs. All the underground hits.
All Max Romeo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chrome record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Grass Roots record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Raincoats,
Monolake,
Minutemen,
Intrusion,
U.S. Maple,
Tropical Tobacco,
Arthur Verocai,
Bad Manners,
John Lydon,
The Birthday Party,
JFA,
Deepchord,
Jawbox,
Can,
Curtis Mayfield,
Matthew Halsall,
Wally Richardson,
Lightning Bolt,
Lungfish,
Anthony Braxton,
Kenny Larkin,
Toni Rubio,
Soul II Soul,
Rufus Thomas,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sam Rivers,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Vainqueur,
The Moleskins,
Schoolly D,
The Walker Brothers,
Glambeats Corp.,
E-Dancer,
The Smoke,
the Slits,
Nick Fraelich,
Popol Vuh,
Danielle Patucci,
Robert Görl,
World's Most,
Flash Fearless,
Amon Düül II,
Todd Rundgren,
The Dead C,
Freddie Wadling,
Theoretical Girls,
Lower 48,
Bobby Womack,
Tommy Roe,
Man Parrish,
Archie Shepp,
Y Pants,
Byron Stingily,
Derrick May,
The Vogues,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Monks,
Reuben Wilson,
Wire,
Godley & Creme,
FM Einheit,
Quando Quango,
Robert Wyatt,
Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül.
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.