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 Vanuatu and from Portland.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the oboe 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 Marshall Jefferson to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 DJ Style. All the underground hits.
All Kango’s Stein Massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Flesh Eaters 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mandrill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Clear Light,
Magma,
Can,
Ten City,
Livin' Joy,
The Motions,
Kenny Larkin,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Nik Kershaw,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ralphi Rosario,
Alison Limerick,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Gil Scott Heron,
Gang Starr,
Lindisfarne,
Ronan,
the Human League,
The Gories,
Pantytec,
Outsiders,
Kool Moe Dee,
Michelle Simonal,
OOIOO,
Pagans,
Guru Guru,
The Blues Magoos,
Monks,
AZ,
U.S. Maple,
Mantronix,
Marc Almond,
The Black Dice,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Gladiators,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Patti Smith,
Curtis Mayfield,
Severed Heads,
The Invisible,
The Barracudas,
Gichy Dan,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Mars,
Schoolly D,
Ken Boothe,
Dawn Penn,
Accadde A,
Excepter,
Jerry's Kids,
Pet Shop Boys,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Litter,
Johnny Osbourne,
Easy Going,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
the Soft Cell,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Amon Düül II,
Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd.
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.