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 Yemen and from Bremen.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 mellotron 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 Evens to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Ralphi Rosario. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every FM Einheit 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rapeman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin 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 Modern Lovers,
Kerri Chandler,
Idris Muhammad,
DNA,
The Offenders,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Trumans Water,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ralphi Rosario,
the Sonics,
The Fugs,
Oblivians,
Black Flag,
The Remains,
Eve St. Jones,
Zapp,
The Beau Brummels,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Reagan Youth,
Can,
Oneida,
La Düsseldorf,
Q65,
Stiv Bators,
Crash Course in Science,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Smiths,
Janne Schatter,
Nirvana,
The Pretty Things,
Tom Boy,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Fat Boys,
kango's stein massive,
Grauzone,
Pierre Henry,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Slits,
Pussy Galore,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ultra Naté,
Toni Rubio,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Cowsills,
This Heat,
Bootsy Collins,
Royal Trux,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Kevin Saunderson,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Roxy Music,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Althea and Donna,
Mars,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey.
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.