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 Chad and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 mellotron 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 Stockholm Monsters to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Magazine. All the underground hits.
All R.M.O. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Leonard Cohen 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erykah Badu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronnie Foster,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Malaria!,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Joyce Sims,
Sam Rivers,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Crooked Eye,
Pulsallama,
Sparks,
Echospace,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bad Manners,
Rod Modell,
The Fire Engines,
Al Stewart,
Procol Harum,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sight & Sound,
Fear,
Camouflage,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Janne Schatter,
The Count Five,
Grey Daturas,
Basic Channel,
the Bar-Kays,
The Red Krayola,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Alice Coltrane,
Mr. Review,
Fat Boys,
In Retrospect,
Heaven 17,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
H. Thieme,
Flipper,
Oneida,
Archie Shepp,
Sound Behaviour,
Glambeats Corp.,
Pylon,
Fugazi,
Erasure,
Popol Vuh,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Walker Brothers,
Jeff Mills,
Yellowson,
Cluster,
New Age Steppers,
Crime,
Swell Maps,
The Move,
Audionom,
Wings,
Outsiders,
Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip.
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.