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 Netherlands and from Seoul.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Amon Düül II to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Sam Rivers. All the underground hits.
All Brand Nubian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiohead record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nirvana,
Brass Construction,
Parry Music,
Cameo,
Public Image Ltd.,
AZ,
MDC,
The Mummies,
Leonard Cohen,
The United States of America,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Janne Schatter,
Roy Ayers,
Country Teasers,
Radiopuhelimet,
Yusef Lateef,
Tomorrow,
The Techniques,
Mars,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Beau Brummels,
The Monochrome Set,
Isaac Hayes,
Kurtis Blow,
John Holt,
Man Eating Sloth,
Robert Wyatt,
Bang On A Can,
Tropical Tobacco,
Jerry's Kids,
Marvin Gaye,
Flipper,
The Slackers,
Drexciya,
The Residents,
The Move,
A Certain Ratio,
Scrapy,
Rapeman,
Depeche Mode,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Gichy Dan,
Black Pus,
Aaron Thompson,
Quantec,
Flamin' Groovies,
Derrick May,
The Pretty Things,
Susan Cadogan,
The Moody Blues,
Sixth Finger,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Procol Harum,
Heaven 17,
Cymande,
Chrome,
Subhumans,
The Star Department,
Crispy Ambulance,
Young Marble Giants,
Bill Wells,
Bronski Beat,
Boogie Down Productions,
Section 25, Section 25, Section 25, Section 25.
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.