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 Zimbabwe and from Winnipeg.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Beijing.
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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Lower 48 to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Crime. All the underground hits.
All London Community Gospel Choir tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Porter Ricks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonny Sharrock,
The Sonics,
The Gun Club,
The Invisible,
Ronan,
T. Rex,
Nation of Ulysses,
Essential Logic,
CMW,
Barbara Tucker,
The Human League,
Scrapy,
DJ Style,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Vainqueur,
Ice-T,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Alison Limerick,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Main Source,
KRS-One,
Cymande,
David Axelrod,
Model 500,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Goldenarms,
Sun Ra,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Altered Images,
Visage,
Mandrill,
Wasted Youth,
Isaac Hayes,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sight & Sound,
Youth Brigade,
Television Personalities,
Tubeway Army,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Mr. Review,
Whodini,
Anakelly,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Severed Heads,
The Divine Comedy,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Yazoo,
Pole,
Moss Icon,
K-Klass,
Fat Boys,
Soul II Soul,
Yusef Lateef,
The Knickerbockers,
Aswad,
Thompson Twins,
Lalann,
Lou Christie,
The Shadows of Knight,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks.
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.