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 Malawi and from Stockholm.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Kayak to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Nils Olav. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brand Nubian record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Flag record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Darondo,
Spoonie Gee,
the Normal,
Metal Thangz,
Crispy Ambulance,
Monks,
Circle Jerks,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Morten Harket,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Wake,
Don Cherry,
The Music Machine,
Deadbeat,
Simply Red,
Minny Pops,
Pierre Henry,
Inner City,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Heaven 17,
Brick,
Pylon,
Vainqueur,
Letta Mbulu,
Scott Walker,
Lou Reed,
John Lydon,
Lightning Bolt,
Althea and Donna,
Howard Jones,
Second Layer,
The Mummies,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ice-T,
Brass Construction,
Liliput,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Barry Ungar,
Toni Rubio,
Gong,
Loose Ends,
Rod Modell,
Mr. Review,
The Move,
U.S. Maple,
Reagan Youth,
Quantec,
Trumans Water,
Chris & Cosey,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Q and Not U,
Robert Hood,
Anakelly,
New Order,
Black Bananas,
Kenny Larkin,
Agent Orange,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Moebius,
E-Dancer,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes.
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.