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 Italy and from Woodstock.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Deadbeat to the grunge 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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sam Rivers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Standells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flash Fearless,
Amon Düül,
Crime,
Groovy Waters,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Talk Talk,
Lower 48,
Ultra Naté,
Skaos,
MDC,
Crash Course in Science,
Trumans Water,
Todd Rundgren,
Boredoms,
Tim Buckley,
Matthew Bourne,
The Techniques,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ralphi Rosario,
Fatback Band,
The Pretty Things,
The Knickerbockers,
Jacques Brel,
Danielle Patucci,
Malaria!,
New Order,
Faust,
Howard Jones,
The Real Kids,
Rod Modell,
Pulsallama,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Aaron Thompson,
Peter and Kerry,
Sound Behaviour,
Stereo Dub,
The Slackers,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Monolake,
The Moleskins,
Sparks,
Gregory Isaacs,
Main Source,
Moebius,
Popol Vuh,
Nils Olav,
Dave Gahan,
Negative Approach,
In Retrospect,
the Normal,
The Seeds,
Gerry Rafferty,
Neu!,
Kurtis Blow,
Funkadelic,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Jacob Miller,
Niagra,
Television Personalities,
Kool Moe Dee,
Deadbeat,
Ponytail,
The Red Krayola,
Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force.
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.