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 Rwanda and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Sparks to the funk 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 Minor Threat. All the underground hits.
All Scion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Accadde A record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Underground Resistance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boz Scaggs,
Clear Light,
Guru Guru,
Dark Day,
FM Einheit,
Sugar Minott,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sarah Menescal,
Underground Resistance,
Brothers Johnson,
Fugazi,
Kaleidoscope,
Panda Bear,
Popol Vuh,
Jeff Lynne,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Maleditus Sound,
Arab on Radar,
the Soft Cell,
Silicon Teens,
The Searchers,
Sonic Youth,
Wire,
Joensuu 1685,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ultra Naté,
Drive Like Jehu,
Fatback Band,
The Happenings,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Last Poets,
Lalann,
Jerry's Kids,
Nick Fraelich,
Swans,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Spandau Ballet,
Duran Duran,
Wasted Youth,
Yaz,
Bluetip,
Kas Product,
Harmonia,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Depeche Mode,
Amazonics,
Eurythmics,
Whodini,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Slick Rick,
Monks,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Kayak,
Simply Red,
Masters at Work,
The Stooges,
Black Sheep,
Minnie Riperton,
Laurel Aitken,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ralphi Rosario,
Outsiders,
The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots.
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.