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 Chad and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 to the rap 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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Anthony Braxton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Whodini 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radio Birdman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Smog,
Massinfluence,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Spandau Ballet,
Nick Fraelich,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Average White Band,
Patti Smith,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Last Poets,
Fluxion,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
the Human League,
Johnny Clarke,
E-Dancer,
Howard Jones,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Soul Sonic Force,
Unwound,
the Slits,
Robert Hood,
Robert Wyatt,
The Electric Prunes,
Matthew Halsall,
David Axelrod,
Tubeway Army,
Wally Richardson,
Lucky Dragons,
Gastr Del Sol,
Parry Music,
Theoretical Girls,
The Smiths,
Altered Images,
One Last Wish,
The Cowsills,
Buzzcocks,
Heaven 17,
DNA,
Morten Harket,
Soulsonic Force,
The Knickerbockers,
Gichy Dan,
Erasure,
Henry Cow,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Vogues,
The Fuzztones,
Pere Ubu,
Vladislav Delay,
the Soft Cell,
Jacob Miller,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Masters at Work,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Nils Olav,
The J.B.'s,
Gang Green,
Mandrill,
The Cure, The Cure, The Cure, The Cure.
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.