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 Panama and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the marimba 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 Dark Day to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Soft Machine. All the underground hits.
All Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aaron Thompson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marvin Gaye record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aloha Tigers,
Don Cherry,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
AZ,
David Axelrod,
Man Parrish,
The Toasters,
Grauzone,
The Searchers,
Shoche,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Cowsills,
David Bowie,
Joensuu 1685,
Sugar Minott,
Colin Newman,
Barbara Tucker,
48th St. Collective,
Tomorrow,
Oblivians,
Audionom,
The American Breed,
Eve St. Jones,
Quando Quango,
Parry Music,
The Wake,
Niagra,
Idris Muhammad,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Moody Blues,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Grey Daturas,
Lightning Bolt,
Bill Wells,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
ABBA,
Nirvana,
Rhythm & Sound,
Robert Wyatt,
LL Cool J,
the Swans,
The Motions,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Alarm Clocks,
Letta Mbulu,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Junior Murvin,
Eric Copeland,
John Cale,
Eden Ahbez,
Jawbox,
Todd Terry,
Smog,
Sun City Girls,
Surgeon,
The New Christs,
Marcia Griffiths,
Joe Finger,
Kurtis Blow,
The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids.
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.