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 Angola and from Cairo.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Delhi.
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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Seeds to the dance 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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes. All the underground hits.
All Visage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sarah Menescal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dorothy Ashby record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Beasts of Bourbon,
Eric B and Rakim,
Mary Jane Girls,
Mars,
Vladislav Delay,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Oblivians,
The Associates,
Kayak,
Erykah Badu,
Max Romeo,
Flipper,
The Saints,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Echospace,
Wings,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Grauzone,
Joey Negro,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Steve Hackett,
Ludus,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Slackers,
Spandau Ballet,
The Seeds,
Public Enemy,
Jandek,
Subhumans,
Kas Product,
The Pretty Things,
Chris Corsano,
The Toasters,
Scott Walker,
Letta Mbulu,
Grey Daturas,
Loose Ends,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Aloha Tigers,
The American Breed,
Mission of Burma,
Fatback Band,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Skaos,
Neil Young,
Robert Wyatt,
D'Angelo,
Scientists,
Roxette,
Au Pairs,
The Techniques,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Hardrive,
Sound Behaviour,
Roxy Music,
the Sonics,
Brick,
the Swans, the Swans, the Swans, the Swans.
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.