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 Uruguay and from Manila.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Intrusion to the grunge 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 The Red Krayola. All the underground hits.
All Spoonie Gee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Rundgren record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monks,
Dual Sessions,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The American Breed,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Drexciya,
Motorama,
Suburban Knight,
Pantaleimon,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Minor Threat,
Patti Smith,
The Fuzztones,
Josef K,
Grey Daturas,
the Bar-Kays,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Gang Starr,
The J.B.'s,
Gabor Szabo,
John Coltrane,
X-101,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Moody Blues,
Smog,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Wake,
The Gap Band,
Radio Birdman,
Parry Music,
Eden Ahbez,
The Fire Engines,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Derrick May,
Cluster,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Amon Düül II,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Scrapy,
Scan 7,
Kenny Larkin,
cv313,
Eric Dolphy,
Ornette Coleman,
Hardrive,
Alice Coltrane,
Moby Grape,
Scientists,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Qualms,
Country Teasers,
Howard Jones,
Jacques Brel,
Rotary Connection,
The Red Krayola,
Connie Case,
The Litter,
Bob Dylan,
Dorothy Ashby,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog.
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.