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 Mexico and from Columbus.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Seoul.
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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the guitar 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 Sight & Sound to the rap 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 Sarah Menescal. All the underground hits.
All Eve St. Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Techniques record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Green,
Lebanon Hanover,
Lucky Dragons,
Japan,
DNA,
Crash Course in Science,
Sugar Minott,
Gil Scott Heron,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Names,
The Victims,
Roger Hodgson,
Alton Ellis,
Fela Kuti,
Glambeats Corp.,
Jeff Lynne,
JFA,
The Grass Roots,
Magazine,
the Association,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Doors,
Tomorrow,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Blues Magoos,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Babytalk,
Isaac Hayes,
Grauzone,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Wally Richardson,
The Move,
The Fuzztones,
New York Dolls,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Angels of Light,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Seeds,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Brand Nubian,
Amon Düül II,
The Red Krayola,
Boz Scaggs,
The Pop Group,
World's Most,
ABBA,
DJ Style,
Theoretical Girls,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Livin' Joy,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Jacob Miller,
David Axelrod,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sparks,
Sly & The Family Stone,
John Foxx,
Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip.
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.