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 Ivory Coast and from Jakarta.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the theremin 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 Fluxion to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Roy Ayers. All the underground hits.
All Derrick Morgan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Flesh Eaters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Loose Ends record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronan,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Red Krayola,
OOIOO,
Ornette Coleman,
Camberwell Now,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Pantytec,
Silicon Teens,
Prince Buster,
La Düsseldorf,
Fat Boys,
Young Marble Giants,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Unrelated Segments,
Brass Construction,
Stockholm Monsters,
Davy DMX,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Minny Pops,
Rosa Yemen,
KRS-One,
The Techniques,
the Association,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Mighty Diamonds,
David Axelrod,
Sex Pistols,
Gabor Szabo,
The Real Kids,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Smog,
MDC,
Tubeway Army,
Siglo XX,
Archie Shepp,
DNA,
John Holt,
Pierre Henry,
Stetsasonic,
Peter & Gordon,
Erasure,
Inner City,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Martian,
June Days,
Hot Snakes,
Lalann,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Harry Pussy,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Eden Ahbez,
Dave Gahan,
X-Ray Spex,
Alton Ellis,
Hasil Adkins,
Dorothy Ashby,
Matthew Halsall,
Deepchord,
Soft Cell,
Roxy Music,
Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control.
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.