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 San Marino and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Holger Czukay 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 Black Bananas to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Junior Murvin. All the underground hits.
All Cal Tjader tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T. Rex record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Red Krayola record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
EPMD,
Kenny Larkin,
Young Marble Giants,
FM Einheit,
The Human League,
Whodini,
Sexual Harrassment,
Moby Grape,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Grauzone,
Ultra Naté,
Scion,
Essential Logic,
Freddie Wadling,
Skaos,
The Residents,
Glenn Branca,
Unrelated Segments,
Smog,
Aaron Thompson,
The Angels of Light,
Quando Quango,
Ken Boothe,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Chris & Cosey,
Yusef Lateef,
the Sonics,
Qualms,
Jeff Lynne,
Jacques Brel,
Minutemen,
Bronski Beat,
Das Ding,
Arcadia,
H. Thieme,
David Bowie,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Can,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Crispian St. Peters,
June of 44,
Ornette Coleman,
Reagan Youth,
Toni Rubio,
Bluetip,
Soulsonic Force,
Sister Nancy,
Anakelly,
Soft Cell,
The Grass Roots,
Dave Gahan,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Golliwogs,
The Monks,
The Tremeloes,
Ronnie Foster,
Johnny Osbourne,
Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe.
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.