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 Comoros and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 arpeggiator 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 Wasted Youth to the punk 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 Soul II Soul. All the underground hits.
All Rekid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wasted Youth 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Porter Ricks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Pagans,
Erasure,
X-102,
Terry Callier,
Ludus,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Thompson Twins,
Rod Modell,
Eric Copeland,
Jandek,
Marine Girls,
Scion,
Bobbi Humphrey,
8 Eyed Spy,
John Coltrane,
Dawn Penn,
The Skatalites,
Supertramp,
Mandrill,
Skarface,
Lindisfarne,
The Litter,
The Angels of Light,
Newcleus,
Monolake,
Kerri Chandler,
The Blues Magoos,
Tres Demented,
Bizarre Inc.,
Underground Resistance,
Lyres,
Fifty Foot Hose,
OOIOO,
Fear,
B.T. Express,
Tommy Roe,
the Slits,
Ken Boothe,
Eden Ahbez,
June Days,
Dual Sessions,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Music Machine,
Morten Harket,
Zero Boys,
MC5,
Arthur Verocai,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Brass Construction,
Gerry Rafferty,
Scan 7,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Agitation Free,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lee Hazlewood,
AZ,
The Tremeloes,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
R.M.O.,
Jeff Mills,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Chris Corsano,
Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal.
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.