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 Paraguay and from Calgary.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Tokyo.
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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 A Flock of Seagulls to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Jesper Dahlback. All the underground hits.
All Todd Rundgren tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Young Rascals 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 chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blackbyrds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer 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?
Don Cherry,
Jandek,
Boz Scaggs,
Judy Mowatt,
Peter & Gordon,
Black Bananas,
Traffic Nightmare,
Yazoo,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Spandau Ballet,
Mars,
Masters at Work,
Crispian St. Peters,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
B.T. Express,
The Stooges,
Country Teasers,
John Holt,
Soft Machine,
Scrapy,
The Electric Prunes,
Skriet,
Bad Manners,
Absolute Body Control,
Smog,
Barbara Tucker,
The Blues Magoos,
Harry Pussy,
Electric Prunes,
Goldenarms,
Cymande,
Maurizio,
Cecil Taylor,
Funky Four + One,
KRS-One,
Yellowson,
Hoover,
Alphaville,
The Star Department,
Bob Dylan,
Qualms,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Robert Wyatt,
Cal Tjader,
Alison Limerick,
Jacques Brel,
8 Eyed Spy,
Wire,
DJ Style,
Lou Reed,
Max Romeo,
Clear Light,
Sixth Finger,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sonic Youth,
Gregory Isaacs,
Aswad,
Dark Day,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Ituana,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal.
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.