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 Equatorial Guinea and from Portland.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 organ 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 AZ to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Oppenheimer Analysis. All the underground hits.
All The Names tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moby Grape record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Men They Couldn't Hang record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lyres,
Fatback Band,
Danielle Patucci,
Roger Hodgson,
Jeff Mills,
Nik Kershaw,
Das Ding,
The Modern Lovers,
Kenny Larkin,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Andrew Hill,
Adolescents,
Gabor Szabo,
Young Marble Giants,
Outsiders,
Angry Samoans,
Eric Copeland,
CMW,
The Tremeloes,
Gil Scott Heron,
Zero Boys,
H. Thieme,
Deepchord,
Jacob Miller,
Motorama,
Mars,
Lungfish,
Arcadia,
Sugar Minott,
Minny Pops,
Ultravox,
Peter & Gordon,
Connie Case,
John Lydon,
Soul Sonic Force,
Todd Terry,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Talk Talk,
The Fuzztones,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lucky Dragons,
Colin Newman,
Camberwell Now,
The Fugs,
Los Fastidios,
B.T. Express,
Wolf Eyes,
Barclay James Harvest,
Cal Tjader,
Erasure,
Lower 48,
Chrome,
Country Teasers,
Crash Course in Science,
Second Layer,
The Shadows of Knight,
Malaria!,
The Invisible,
Piero Umiliani,
Circle Jerks,
The Remains,
Cheater Slicks,
Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr.
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.