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 Belize and from Tokyo.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Ronan to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Kings Of Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Public Enemy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pet Shop Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Essential Logic,
Sällskapet,
Magma,
Joyce Sims,
Popol Vuh,
Oneida,
MC5,
ABC,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sun City Girls,
Supertramp,
Pagans,
The Knickerbockers,
The Divine Comedy,
Buzzcocks,
The New Christs,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Robert Görl,
The Fire Engines,
Slick Rick,
Sugar Minott,
The Buckinghams,
Black Pus,
Robert Wyatt,
Boogie Down Productions,
Nas,
Yusef Lateef,
Nils Olav,
Lebanon Hanover,
KRS-One,
Hashim,
Terry Callier,
The Monochrome Set,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Marmalade,
Maurizio,
Avey Tare,
Rufus Thomas,
Arab on Radar,
Harpers Bizarre,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Zapp,
Camouflage,
Frankie Knuckles,
Nico,
Howard Jones,
Lightning Bolt,
Theoretical Girls,
Tommy Roe,
Sexual Harrassment,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Cymande,
The J.B.'s,
Skarface,
The Neon Judgement,
Chris & Cosey,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Chris Corsano,
In Retrospect,
the Association, the Association, the Association, the Association.
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.