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 Norway and from Delhi.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Bremen.
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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the sitar 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 Modern Lovers to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 KRS-One. All the underground hits.
All Clear Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Los Fastidios 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra Arkestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magazine,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Jacques Brel,
Idris Muhammad,
Bill Near,
James White and The Blacks,
Oblivians,
Neil Young,
Thompson Twins,
Audionom,
The Shadows of Knight,
Delon & Dalcan,
Agitation Free,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Moleskins,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Eric Dolphy,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Faraquet,
Rod Modell,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Depeche Mode,
Index,
The Neon Judgement,
Black Flag,
Goldenarms,
The Searchers,
Cybotron,
Youth Brigade,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Wings,
Ralphi Rosario,
Reuben Wilson,
Public Enemy,
Nico,
Unwound,
Porter Ricks,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Loose Ends,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Dark Day,
Alphaville,
Junior Murvin,
The Dave Clark Five,
Smog,
Theoretical Girls,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Ten City,
Arcadia,
The Toasters,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Joyce Sims,
Nik Kershaw,
Althea and Donna,
Gang Starr,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape.
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.