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 Solomon Islands and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 mellotron 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 Barbara Tucker to the dance 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 The Techniques. All the underground hits.
All The Chocolate Watch Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crooked Eye 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Absolute Body Control record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Move,
Lalo Schifrin,
New Age Steppers,
Rod Modell,
Pierre Henry,
The Sonics,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Moleskins,
Suicide,
Gang of Four,
The Vogues,
The Last Poets,
The Names,
The Offenders,
Wally Richardson,
The Slits,
T.S.O.L.,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Ohio Players,
The Blackbyrds,
Animal Collective,
Todd Rundgren,
Patti Smith,
Ultravox,
Marc Almond,
Funkadelic,
Sixth Finger,
Lindisfarne,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Fad Gadget,
L. Decosne,
The Seeds,
Subhumans,
Quantec,
Excepter,
James White and The Blacks,
Davy DMX,
Tropical Tobacco,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Wasted Youth,
Mr. Review,
Soft Cell,
Max Romeo,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Evens,
Circle Jerks,
The Associates,
A Flock of Seagulls,
the Association,
Hashim,
Franke,
Robert Wyatt,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Technova,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Y Pants,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow.
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.