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 Romania and from Salvador.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 spring reverb 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 Ultravox to the punk 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 Sixth Finger. All the underground hits.
All The Doors tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sixth Finger record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Real Kids 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?
Fad Gadget,
Crispy Ambulance,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Fela Kuti,
Joyce Sims,
Eddi Front,
Gabor Szabo,
Man Eating Sloth,
Symarip,
The Mummies,
The Skatalites,
Gong,
The Divine Comedy,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sam Rivers,
Public Enemy,
Joe Finger,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Young Rascals,
Barbara Tucker,
Simply Red,
Royal Trux,
Harry Pussy,
Tim Buckley,
Sarah Menescal,
The Blues Magoos,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Bang On A Can,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
John Coltrane,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ludus,
Erasure,
Marvin Gaye,
Tom Boy,
Althea and Donna,
Organ,
DJ Style,
the Bar-Kays,
Judy Mowatt,
the Fania All-Stars,
One Last Wish,
Quadrant,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Cowsills,
Subhumans,
Kas Product,
JFA,
Suicide,
Bootsy Collins,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Alison Limerick,
Severed Heads,
Crooked Eye,
Iggy Pop,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
ABC,
David Axelrod,
The Zeros,
Bobby Byrd,
Henry Cow,
Connie Case,
Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin.
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.