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 Cape Verde and from Portland.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 harpsichord 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 Kinks to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Chris Corsano. All the underground hits.
All Eden Ahbez tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every China Crisis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a One Last Wish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Flesh Eaters,
Cal Tjader,
Joey Negro,
CMW,
Absolute Body Control,
Goldenarms,
Dave Gahan,
The Remains,
Vladislav Delay,
Moss Icon,
Dead Boys,
Lucky Dragons,
Sun Ra,
Sixth Finger,
Newcleus,
Sonny Sharrock,
Dual Sessions,
Subhumans,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Monochrome Set,
The Blues Magoos,
Severed Heads,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Litter,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Radiohead,
Tomorrow,
Alphaville,
the Swans,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Accadde A,
Slave,
Joy Division,
Warsaw,
Thee Headcoats,
Country Teasers,
Gregory Isaacs,
Fluxion,
The Young Rascals,
Lalann,
Alice Coltrane,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Kerri Chandler,
Prince Buster,
Bang On A Can,
The Skatalites,
Livin' Joy,
Bad Manners,
Tom Boy,
The Toasters,
The Five Americans,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Pantaleimon,
Al Stewart,
John Foxx,
Sällskapet,
James White and The Blacks,
Suburban Knight,
The Count Five,
Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin.
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.