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 Congo and from Woodstock.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 sitar 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 Gong to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Kool Moe Dee. All the underground hits.
All N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Star Department 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a UT record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fad Gadget,
The Remains,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lakeside,
Gichy Dan,
Severed Heads,
Reagan Youth,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Vainqueur,
Black Flag,
Swell Maps,
Susan Cadogan,
Hasil Adkins,
Eric B and Rakim,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Black Dice,
Guru Guru,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Faust,
Scratch Acid,
Peter & Gordon,
Niagra,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Chris Corsano,
Interpol,
Todd Terry,
Sonic Youth,
The Martian,
Suicide,
Bill Near,
Scan 7,
Ornette Coleman,
Index,
Lucky Dragons,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Invisible,
Gong,
Ludus,
Public Image Ltd.,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
One Last Wish,
Lebanon Hanover,
Intrusion,
In Retrospect,
Brass Construction,
The Real Kids,
Crash Course in Science,
Brothers Johnson,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Mandrill,
Kerrie Biddell,
Ponytail,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sight & Sound,
Deadbeat,
Harmonia,
Pulsallama,
The Moody Blues,
The Mojo Men,
EPMD,
Erykah Badu,
CMW, CMW, CMW, CMW.
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.