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 Bhutan and from Spokane.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 sitar 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 The Remains to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Sad Lovers and Giants. All the underground hits.
All Kool G Rap & DJ Polo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun City Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Popol Vuh record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anthony Braxton,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Gil Scott Heron,
OOIOO,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Soulsonic Force,
Los Fastidios,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bad Manners,
Sun Ra,
The Skatalites,
The Tremeloes,
Magma,
Sex Pistols,
DJ Style,
This Heat,
Skaos,
The Durutti Column,
Metal Thangz,
Crispy Ambulance,
Zero Boys,
Bizarre Inc.,
Boredoms,
Ken Boothe,
The Leaves,
Jacques Brel,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Supertramp,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Mummies,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Selecter,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
K-Klass,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Liliput,
Technova,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Robert Hood,
Andrew Hill,
Stetsasonic,
Camouflage,
Pylon,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Oblivians,
Surgeon,
Jandek,
Fluxion,
Anakelly,
Carl Craig,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Agitation Free,
Bronski Beat,
Lou Christie,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Fat Boys,
John Holt,
Grey Daturas,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Misunderstood,
Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May.
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.