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 San Marino and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 sitar 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 Pierre Henry to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Silicon Teens. All the underground hits.
All Gang of Four tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scan 7 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick May record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Rundgren,
The Angels of Light,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Black Flag,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Alphaville,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Brothers Johnson,
The Raincoats,
Spandau Ballet,
Nik Kershaw,
Ronan,
Unwound,
Stockholm Monsters,
Brand Nubian,
The Star Department,
FM Einheit,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Duran Duran,
Mission of Burma,
Boogie Down Productions,
the Normal,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Erasure,
Guru Guru,
The Sonics,
Television,
Eli Mardock,
The Mummies,
Toni Rubio,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Monks,
Outsiders,
The Barracudas,
Jerry's Kids,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Fluxion,
Lalo Schifrin,
Black Moon,
cv313,
Crispy Ambulance,
Fad Gadget,
Joyce Sims,
Negative Approach,
Lou Christie,
Derrick May,
Das Ding,
Eric Copeland,
Pharoah Sanders,
Cameo,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Dirtbombs,
Oneida,
Amon Düül II,
Letta Mbulu,
The Fuzztones,
B.T. Express,
Parry Music,
Shuggie Otis,
Gang Green,
Inner City, Inner City, Inner City, Inner City.
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.