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 Tanzania and from Tokyo.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 The Mojo Men to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Johnny Osbourne. All the underground hits.
All Crime tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oblivians 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Richard Hell and the Voidoids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cybotron,
Pierre Henry,
cv313,
Circle Jerks,
The Cramps,
Harry Pussy,
Robert Hood,
Fad Gadget,
Motorama,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Flash Fearless,
Yusef Lateef,
U.S. Maple,
Masters at Work,
Vainqueur,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Easy Going,
The J.B.'s,
Sun Ra,
LL Cool J,
The Moleskins,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Zapp,
Lalo Schifrin,
Agent Orange,
Sonny Sharrock,
Television Personalities,
The Blackbyrds,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Seeds,
Bad Manners,
Severed Heads,
Urselle,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Drexciya,
Mr. Review,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Young Rascals,
Max Romeo,
Khruangbin,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The New Christs,
Marvin Gaye,
The Durutti Column,
Radio Birdman,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sexual Harrassment,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Andrew Hill,
Tomorrow,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Ultimate Spinach,
Cameo,
Deakin,
The Velvet Underground,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Mission of Burma,
New Order, New Order, New Order, New Order.
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.