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 South Africa and from Sao Paulo.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 rhodes 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 Steve Hackett to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Lou Reed. All the underground hits.
All Quando Quango tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June of 44 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Porter Ricks,
Adolescents,
Dennis Brown,
Spoonie Gee,
Sonic Youth,
The American Breed,
Boredoms,
The Monks,
Rosa Yemen,
This Heat,
Liliput,
Drexciya,
Godley & Creme,
Buzzcocks,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ludus,
Ice-T,
Groovy Waters,
Judy Mowatt,
Byron Stingily,
Whodini,
Roxette,
Angry Samoans,
Lyres,
Sarah Menescal,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Kool Moe Dee,
KRS-One,
MDC,
Bizarre Inc.,
the Normal,
Connie Case,
Eve St. Jones,
Jesper Dahlback,
Black Pus,
Derrick Morgan,
Magma,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Raincoats,
Easy Going,
Sparks,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Soulsonic Force,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
JFA,
Lightning Bolt,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ronan,
PIL,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Eric B and Rakim,
Model 500,
The Sisters of Mercy,
8 Eyed Spy,
Suburban Knight,
Boogie Down Productions,
Public Enemy,
Skaos,
Roy Ayers,
Shuggie Otis,
Q65,
Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw.
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.