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 Bahamas and from Manchester.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 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 James Chance & The Contortions to the crunk 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 Arcadia. All the underground hits.
All The Mighty Diamonds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moebius 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 clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Dolphy,
Blake Baxter,
The Remains,
K-Klass,
Urselle,
Quando Quango,
Morten Harket,
The Names,
Spoonie Gee,
Scratch Acid,
Sexual Harrassment,
the Association,
The Barracudas,
Deepchord,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ohio Players,
The Smoke,
A Certain Ratio,
Altered Images,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Monks,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Aural Exciters,
Eurythmics,
R.M.O.,
Oblivians,
Pylon,
Stereo Dub,
The Raincoats,
The Residents,
Robert Wyatt,
Lebanon Hanover,
Basic Channel,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Amon Düül II,
Subhumans,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Terry Callier,
The Velvet Underground,
Gastr Del Sol,
Angry Samoans,
Royal Trux,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Cowsills,
Todd Terry,
Anthony Braxton,
CMW,
Simply Red,
Neil Young,
Cal Tjader,
The Human League,
Minnie Riperton,
Bauhaus,
Negative Approach,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
John Holt,
Freddie Wadling,
The United States of America,
Schoolly D,
Main Source,
Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk.
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.