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 Paraguay and from Houston.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Paris.
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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Lucky Dragons to the punk 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 The Standells. All the underground hits.
All Sister Nancy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy Collins 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ten City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vainqueur,
The Modern Lovers,
Althea and Donna,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Five Americans,
DJ Sneak,
The Residents,
Groovy Waters,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Thompson Twins,
Prince Buster,
Cameo,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Saccharine Trust,
Anthony Braxton,
Ultra Naté,
Roy Ayers,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Liliput,
Soul Sonic Force,
Arcadia,
Andrew Hill,
Babytalk,
The Doors,
The Red Krayola,
ABC,
Nation of Ulysses,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Dorothy Ashby,
Country Teasers,
Steve Hackett,
Charles Mingus,
Ornette Coleman,
Bill Wells,
Trumans Water,
Lee Hazlewood,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Organ,
Anakelly,
Todd Terry,
AZ,
Zapp,
Laurel Aitken,
Rakim,
Lindisfarne,
Mission of Burma,
Ice-T,
Yaz,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Barrington Levy,
Brick,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Sonics,
Avey Tare,
Dead Boys,
One Last Wish,
Radio Birdman,
The Evens,
Von Mondo,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound.
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.