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 Palau 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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 chamberlin 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 FM Einheit to the rock 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 Sandy B. All the underground hits.
All John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wire record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maleditus Sound,
MDC,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ohio Players,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
ABC,
Gang of Four,
Sugar Minott,
The Count Five,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Modern Lovers,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Stetsasonic,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lakeside,
Masters at Work,
10cc,
Rapeman,
John Coltrane,
Bauhaus,
The Velvet Underground,
Hoover,
Sex Pistols,
Skriet,
Bootsy Collins,
Radiopuhelimet,
Dual Sessions,
Nation of Ulysses,
These Immortal Souls,
Gichy Dan,
The Martian,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Don Cherry,
Procol Harum,
The Offenders,
Oblivians,
New York Dolls,
Gregory Isaacs,
Girls At Our Best!,
Bobby Womack,
Television Personalities,
K-Klass,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
David McCallum,
Barry Ungar,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Flash Fearless,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
the Bar-Kays,
The Neon Judgement,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Faust,
Robert Wyatt,
Suicide,
Aloha Tigers,
T.S.O.L.,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Swell Maps,
Delta 5,
The Cramps,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Doors,
Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord.
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.