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 Spain and from Tehran.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 spring reverb 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 Con Funk Shun to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stockholm Monsters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Rundgren record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
UT,
Sun City Girls,
Ken Boothe,
The Fugs,
Spoonie Gee,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ponytail,
Supertramp,
Suicide,
Theoretical Girls,
Yusef Lateef,
The Mojo Men,
T. Rex,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Amazonics,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
the Association,
Blake Baxter,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Simply Red,
Alton Ellis,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Nation of Ulysses,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
New York Dolls,
Kool Moe Dee,
Livin' Joy,
Morten Harket,
Model 500,
Eden Ahbez,
The J.B.'s,
Alice Coltrane,
Iggy Pop,
Quadrant,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sound Behaviour,
Bauhaus,
Grauzone,
Pylon,
The Last Poets,
EPMD,
Rod Modell,
The Victims,
Mo-Dettes,
The Monochrome Set,
Deadbeat,
JFA,
Harpers Bizarre,
the Soft Cell,
Andrew Hill,
Urselle,
Sonic Youth,
Donny Hathaway,
The Divine Comedy,
Pierre Henry,
Wire,
The Seeds,
Leonard Cohen,
The Gun Club,
The New Christs,
Erykah Badu,
Mars, Mars, Mars, Mars.
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.