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 Taiwan and from Edmonton.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 linndrum 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 Warsaw 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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band. All the underground hits.
All The Cure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Enemy 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aaron Thompson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erasure,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ituana,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Prince Buster,
Ornette Coleman,
Dawn Penn,
L. Decosne,
The Offenders,
Quadrant,
K-Klass,
Boz Scaggs,
Bobby Womack,
Cheater Slicks,
The Sound,
Pussy Galore,
Duran Duran,
Rekid,
Joensuu 1685,
Leonard Cohen,
Bobby Sherman,
Aaron Thompson,
Danielle Patucci,
Angry Samoans,
Q65,
The Doors,
The Victims,
Monolake,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Joyce Sims,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Reagan Youth,
The Standells,
Aswad,
Saccharine Trust,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Man Eating Sloth,
In Retrospect,
Guru Guru,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Skatalites,
Sällskapet,
Todd Terry,
Alison Limerick,
Terrestrial Tones,
Loose Ends,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Terry Callier,
Bill Near,
U.S. Maple,
Robert Hood,
Rites of Spring,
Supertramp,
Sun Ra,
Amazonics,
The New Christs,
Sister Nancy,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Jandek,
Blossom Toes,
Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama.
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.