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 Costa Rica and from Accra.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 808 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 Kool Moe Dee to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Warren Ellis. All the underground hits.
All AZ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nils Olav record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Howard Jones,
Faust,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Quantec,
Michelle Simonal,
Jacques Brel,
CMW,
Negative Approach,
ABC,
Altered Images,
The Mojo Men,
Shoche,
Eli Mardock,
Darondo,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Supertramp,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Lee Hazlewood,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Spoonie Gee,
Jacob Miller,
Tres Demented,
Sarah Menescal,
Quando Quango,
The Electric Prunes,
Radio Birdman,
The Smiths,
The Smoke,
Ludus,
Lyres,
Warsaw,
Scion,
Pet Shop Boys,
Junior Murvin,
Davy DMX,
Flash Fearless,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Pussy Galore,
Cheater Slicks,
Television Personalities,
Radiopuhelimet,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Neon Judgement,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Bobby Byrd,
Matthew Halsall,
The Gap Band,
Motorama,
The Dead C,
Pantytec,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
New Order,
Sex Pistols,
Sixth Finger,
Joensuu 1685,
Skarface,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Last Poets,
Camberwell Now,
Gastr Del Sol,
Deadbeat,
A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio.
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.