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 France and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the marimba 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 Eric Dolphy to the electroclash 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 World's Most. All the underground hits.
All Eric Copeland tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alice Coltrane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Enemy,
Scan 7,
Unwound,
Siglo XX,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ronan,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Fugazi,
James White and The Blacks,
Skarface,
Sällskapet,
The Fire Engines,
Brick,
Joe Finger,
Unrelated Segments,
Juan Atkins,
Robert Hood,
cv313,
Eli Mardock,
Faust,
Talk Talk,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Motions,
Hashim,
Gang Green,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Durutti Column,
Harpers Bizarre,
Roxette,
Bobby Sherman,
June Days,
Nas,
Audionom,
Rosa Yemen,
X-101,
Duran Duran,
Country Teasers,
Quantec,
Lou Reed,
The Knickerbockers,
John Foxx,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Radio Birdman,
The Gun Club,
Tears for Fears,
Nik Kershaw,
The Star Department,
The Leaves,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sparks,
Clear Light,
Pagans,
Brass Construction,
Rotary Connection,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Last Poets,
Ponytail,
Peter & Gordon,
Gastr Del Sol,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Hoover, Hoover, Hoover, Hoover.
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.