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 Libya and from Tehran.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 marimba 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 The Skatalites to the electroclash 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 The Stooges. All the underground hits.
All Girls At Our Best! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalo Schifrin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mojo Men,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Names,
Slave,
Grey Daturas,
Niagra,
Jacob Miller,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Rakim,
Television Personalities,
Sam Rivers,
Bobby Womack,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Litter,
Steve Hackett,
The Knickerbockers,
Swell Maps,
Al Stewart,
the Association,
Janne Schatter,
Neil Young,
The Sound,
the Human League,
Alphaville,
Ossler,
Eli Mardock,
Marmalade,
Buzzcocks,
The Electric Prunes,
Second Layer,
Fat Boys,
The Motions,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Cheater Slicks,
Radio Birdman,
John Cale,
The Star Department,
The Birthday Party,
The Monochrome Set,
A Flock of Seagulls,
One Last Wish,
Suicide,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Gang Starr,
Adolescents,
The Cure,
Lower 48,
Josef K,
New Age Steppers,
Basic Channel,
Archie Shepp,
Sparks,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lungfish,
Funky Four + One,
China Crisis,
Blossom Toes,
Boogie Down Productions,
Soft Cell,
Dark Day,
Cameo, Cameo, Cameo, Cameo.
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.