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 Guinea and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Spokane.
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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe 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 Dave Gahan to the crunk 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 Junior Murvin. All the underground hits.
All Organ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donny Hathaway record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MC5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Cell,
Wings,
Cybotron,
The Smiths,
Soulsonic Force,
Clear Light,
Liliput,
Eve St. Jones,
Blake Baxter,
Warren Ellis,
Grandmaster Flash,
Silicon Teens,
Metal Thangz,
The Human League,
The Fall,
Procol Harum,
F. McDonald,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Black Sheep,
Saccharine Trust,
Sun Ra,
Maleditus Sound,
KRS-One,
the Germs,
Ice-T,
Crash Course in Science,
Symarip,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Gladiators,
Anthony Braxton,
Dark Day,
Erasure,
Hashim,
The Tremeloes,
The Cowsills,
Chris & Cosey,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lucky Dragons,
Bill Wells,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
EPMD,
Barry Ungar,
The New Christs,
Vladislav Delay,
Von Mondo,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sixth Finger,
The Monochrome Set,
Funky Four + One,
Drexciya,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Animal Collective,
Minny Pops,
John Coltrane,
Slave,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Public Image Ltd.,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Heaven 17,
Gang Gang Dance,
Man Eating Sloth,
Marvin Gaye,
Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel.
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.