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 Marshall Islands and from Bremen.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and New York.
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 Skaos to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Doobie Brothers. All the underground hits.
All The Gories tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Leonard Cohen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unwound,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Negative Approach,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Yellowson,
Janne Schatter,
Grauzone,
Spoonie Gee,
Lee Hazlewood,
Todd Rundgren,
The Moody Blues,
Howard Jones,
Gregory Isaacs,
Crooked Eye,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Easy Going,
Eden Ahbez,
Alton Ellis,
Josef K,
Youth Brigade,
Toni Rubio,
Bob Dylan,
This Heat,
The Grass Roots,
Charles Mingus,
The Alarm Clocks,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Hasil Adkins,
DJ Sneak,
The Fugs,
Sonic Youth,
Pulsallama,
Moby Grape,
Alphaville,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Danielle Patucci,
The Associates,
Joe Finger,
The Evens,
Pharoah Sanders,
Yazoo,
New York Dolls,
Leonard Cohen,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Jacques Brel,
The Blues Magoos,
Yaz,
Iggy Pop,
Jerry's Kids,
The Gap Band,
Ultra Naté,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Essential Logic,
Cecil Taylor,
John Foxx,
The Modern Lovers,
Make Up,
Darondo,
The New Christs,
Eurythmics,
Adolescents,
Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars.
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.