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 Haiti and from Mexico City.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 arpeggiator 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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Marmalade. All the underground hits.
All Surgeon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Birthday Party 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dead Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
cv313,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Misunderstood,
Eden Ahbez,
Robert Wyatt,
Half Japanese,
Rhythm & Sound,
Don Cherry,
Slave,
The Remains,
Tim Buckley,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Black Pus,
Bootsy Collins,
Steve Hackett,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Associates,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Toasters,
Derrick May,
Cluster,
Pantaleimon,
Icehouse,
Wasted Youth,
Lower 48,
Ronan,
Erykah Badu,
Camouflage,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Mo-Dettes,
The Seeds,
Funkadelic,
the Soft Cell,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Josef K,
Zapp,
Gabor Szabo,
Radio Birdman,
The Real Kids,
Sugar Minott,
Davy DMX,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Reagan Youth,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Liliput,
Schoolly D,
Monolake,
Organ,
Lebanon Hanover,
Black Moon,
The Fortunes,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Visage,
The Flesh Eaters,
Roxy Music,
Bobby Byrd,
Eric Dolphy,
Ornette Coleman,
Chris & Cosey,
Brick,
Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet.
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.