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 Montenegro and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Johannesburg.
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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Todd Rundgren to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Cowsills. All the underground hits.
All Kas Product tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pierre Henry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flash Fearless record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Parrish,
Tubeway Army,
Symarip,
The Fuzztones,
Sun City Girls,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Index,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Procol Harum,
The Five Americans,
Crash Course in Science,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Gong,
Erykah Badu,
The Music Machine,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Heaven 17,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Whodini,
Spoonie Gee,
Amazonics,
MDC,
Gang Green,
the Swans,
Swans,
Minutemen,
Barbara Tucker,
Yusef Lateef,
Hasil Adkins,
Gang Starr,
Nils Olav,
Joensuu 1685,
The Moleskins,
The Remains,
Eric Dolphy,
New York Dolls,
Black Pus,
Tres Demented,
Jeff Mills,
Ossler,
Alison Limerick,
Radiopuhelimet,
Cybotron,
Peter & Gordon,
the Human League,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Residents,
Trumans Water,
Mo-Dettes,
Con Funk Shun,
Angry Samoans,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Depeche Mode,
Gang of Four,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
La Düsseldorf,
Livin' Joy,
Marvin Gaye,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bang On A Can,
Tommy Roe,
Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy.
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.