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 Singapore and from Edmonton.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The United States of America to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Yellowson. All the underground hits.
All The Men They Couldn't Hang tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angry Samoans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thompson Twins,
Lucky Dragons,
Alison Limerick,
Hardrive,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Duran Duran,
The Standells,
Sun City Girls,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Arcadia,
Toni Rubio,
Deepchord,
Slick Rick,
Siglo XX,
Bobby Sherman,
New Age Steppers,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Reuben Wilson,
Slave,
Camouflage,
Heaven 17,
Circle Jerks,
Susan Cadogan,
Easy Going,
The Zeros,
Cybotron,
The Gap Band,
Joensuu 1685,
Zapp,
Jeff Mills,
the Fania All-Stars,
Wire,
Magma,
Severed Heads,
The Young Rascals,
The Moleskins,
Minnie Riperton,
Soul II Soul,
Johnny Clarke,
Sandy B,
The Velvet Underground,
Gabor Szabo,
F. McDonald,
Lalann,
T.S.O.L.,
Fugazi,
Stiv Bators,
Aural Exciters,
The Cosmic Jokers,
CMW,
Malaria!,
Bronski Beat,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Nirvana,
Panda Bear,
Barclay James Harvest,
Stereo Dub,
Marvin Gaye,
Wally Richardson,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Can,
Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope.
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.