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 Namibia and from Lyon.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 harpsichord 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 Wake to the electroclash 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 kango's stein massive. All the underground hits.
All Kool G Rap & DJ Polo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fire Engines record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dennis Brown record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cymande,
Neil Young,
Mr. Review,
Royal Trux,
Carl Craig,
Connie Case,
Andrew Hill,
Girls At Our Best!,
Young Marble Giants,
The Monks,
The Fire Engines,
The Residents,
Joey Negro,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Juan Atkins,
Fugazi,
The Gun Club,
June Days,
Ten City,
Nick Fraelich,
Fear,
Mandrill,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Black Bananas,
Lyres,
Ken Boothe,
Charles Mingus,
Bush Tetras,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Skarface,
The New Christs,
Blossom Toes,
The United States of America,
Jandek,
Rod Modell,
The Buckinghams,
Ultra Naté,
Rosa Yemen,
Pierre Henry,
Reagan Youth,
Chris Corsano,
Moebius,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Happenings,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Fatback Band,
Essential Logic,
The Last Poets,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Seeds,
Flamin' Groovies,
Bill Wells,
The Kinks,
Vainqueur,
Sight & Sound,
Unwound,
The Mojo Men,
Fluxion,
The Offenders,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Cheater Slicks,
Fort Wilson Riot,
A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls.
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.