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 Denmark and from Toronto.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the theremin 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 Neon Judgement to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Archie Shepp. All the underground hits.
All F. McDonald tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Darondo 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Major Organ And The Adding Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pretty Things,
Harmonia,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Kevin Saunderson,
Josef K,
Frankie Knuckles,
Fluxion,
Minor Threat,
the Bar-Kays,
The Sonics,
Blancmange,
Pole,
Gang Green,
Soul Sonic Force,
the Swans,
Ultimate Spinach,
Slick Rick,
The Tremeloes,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Glenn Branca,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Neil Young,
Harry Pussy,
Motorama,
EPMD,
Matthew Bourne,
Dorothy Ashby,
CMW,
Das Ding,
Brothers Johnson,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Make Up,
Fear,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Angels of Light,
Inner City,
Monolake,
The Monks,
Q65,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
K-Klass,
June of 44,
Flamin' Groovies,
Blossom Toes,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Marvin Gaye,
Camouflage,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Metal Thangz,
Alphaville,
The Blues Magoos,
the Association,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Mars,
Bill Wells,
Jimmy McGriff,
Mo-Dettes,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Newcleus,
Unwound,
Big Daddy Kane,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron.
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.