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 Monaco and from Columbus.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Accra.
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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Ultravox to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Gang Starr. All the underground hits.
All The Blues Magoos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cowsills record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alice Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sarah Menescal,
Cluster,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Vogues,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Young Marble Giants,
Rites of Spring,
Skarface,
D'Angelo,
Amon Düül,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Quadrant,
The Birthday Party,
Rekid,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Fugs,
The Beau Brummels,
Gerry Rafferty,
John Coltrane,
Kevin Saunderson,
Section 25,
Godley & Creme,
Aloha Tigers,
The Cure,
Deakin,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Slick Rick,
The Alarm Clocks,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Reagan Youth,
The Busters,
Cymande,
Pylon,
AZ,
Suburban Knight,
Peter & Gordon,
Arcadia,
These Immortal Souls,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Arthur Verocai,
The Tremeloes,
Prince Buster,
Fad Gadget,
Public Image Ltd.,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Donald Byrd,
Alice Coltrane,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Grey Daturas,
John Lydon,
Blossom Toes,
Unwound,
The Pretty Things,
DJ Sneak,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A.
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.