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 Cuba and from New York.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 chamberlin 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 Fatback Band to the disco 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 The Neon Judgement. All the underground hits.
All Grey Daturas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glambeats Corp. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fifty Foot Hose record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deakin,
Sound Behaviour,
Gang Gang Dance,
Avey Tare,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Moebius,
The Moleskins,
The Doobie Brothers,
Wolf Eyes,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sight & Sound,
Warren Ellis,
Tubeway Army,
Lower 48,
Crispy Ambulance,
Gong,
Big Daddy Kane,
cv313,
Pagans,
Delta 5,
Heaven 17,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Black Moon,
Skarface,
Magazine,
Glenn Branca,
Livin' Joy,
Barry Ungar,
Fela Kuti,
Traffic Nightmare,
Goldenarms,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Gregory Isaacs,
Alice Coltrane,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ralphi Rosario,
Chrome,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Delon & Dalcan,
Bauhaus,
Bootsy Collins,
Thee Headcoats,
Harry Pussy,
Maurizio,
Lee Hazlewood,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sugar Minott,
Bad Manners,
The Gories,
Dead Boys,
Soul II Soul,
X-101,
Robert Wyatt,
Pulsallama,
Todd Rundgren,
New Age Steppers,
the Fania All-Stars,
Matthew Bourne,
Yusef Lateef,
The Durutti Column,
The Smoke,
Whodini,
Eric Copeland,
Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan.
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.