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 Iraq and from Stockholm.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 guitar 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 Franke to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Average White Band. All the underground hits.
All B.T. Express tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spoonie Gee record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joyce Sims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Lucky Dragons,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Trojans,
T. Rex,
Scratch Acid,
Scott Walker,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Pantaleimon,
Popol Vuh,
The Martian,
Vainqueur,
Ronan,
Chris & Cosey,
Stockholm Monsters,
Scan 7,
Flamin' Groovies,
Nick Fraelich,
Wings,
Radiohead,
Faust,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Brass Construction,
Iggy Pop,
Kayak,
Al Stewart,
Outsiders,
Jimmy McGriff,
Connie Case,
the Sonics,
Peter & Gordon,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lee Hazlewood,
Loose Ends,
Tears for Fears,
Rod Modell,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Duran Duran,
Sexual Harrassment,
Porter Ricks,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Mad Mike,
Ludus,
cv313,
The Cure,
Kevin Saunderson,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Sound,
The Seeds,
Talk Talk,
Khruangbin,
Ultravox,
Basic Channel,
T.S.O.L.,
Lower 48,
The Doors,
Dual Sessions,
DJ Sneak,
Joe Finger,
Cymande,
Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia.
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.