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 Kiribati and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 spring reverb 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 Soulsonic Force to the rap 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 MDC. All the underground hits.
All The Alarm Clocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Soft Cell 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blake Baxter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Isaac Hayes,
Fatback Band,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Kaleidoscope,
Depeche Mode,
Josef K,
The Cure,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Remains,
Pylon,
The Victims,
the Fania All-Stars,
Nico,
A Flock of Seagulls,
It's A Beautiful Day,
John Holt,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Amon Düül II,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Swell Maps,
The Cramps,
Soft Machine,
Iggy Pop,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Birthday Party,
The Evens,
Jawbox,
Ultra Naté,
The United States of America,
The New Christs,
Todd Terry,
Buzzcocks,
Whodini,
Roxette,
Joy Division,
The Toasters,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
OOIOO,
Negative Approach,
Bauhaus,
The Fire Engines,
Slick Rick,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Robert Wyatt,
Franke,
Colin Newman,
John Cale,
Bush Tetras,
Rhythm & Sound,
Basic Channel,
Sight & Sound,
EPMD,
Circle Jerks,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Barrington Levy,
Unwound,
Harry Pussy,
Moebius,
Eden Ahbez,
Patti Smith,
Quantec,
Tubeway Army,
Joensuu 1685,
Yaz,
Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant.
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.