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 Kenya and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Stockholm Monsters to the rap 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 Model 500. All the underground hits.
All Donny Hathaway tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Dolphy 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick May record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skaos,
Grey Daturas,
Babytalk,
The Fortunes,
Soul Sonic Force,
Minor Threat,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Crash Course in Science,
Glambeats Corp.,
Clear Light,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Moss Icon,
Arthur Verocai,
Aloha Tigers,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Brothers Johnson,
Newcleus,
Freddie Wadling,
The Grass Roots,
Cal Tjader,
Aural Exciters,
Boredoms,
The Doobie Brothers,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Suburban Knight,
Bobby Byrd,
Theoretical Girls,
Scott Walker,
The Remains,
Eurythmics,
Subhumans,
the Sonics,
Reuben Wilson,
Ludus,
Buzzcocks,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Spoonie Gee,
Kenny Larkin,
Maleditus Sound,
The Leaves,
Vainqueur,
The Buckinghams,
Black Pus,
Quantec,
The Neon Judgement,
Faraquet,
Desert Stars,
David Bowie,
The Detroit Cobras,
Joyce Sims,
Y Pants,
Jerry's Kids,
Mandrill,
John Cale,
Gastr Del Sol,
Eli Mardock,
Kevin Saunderson,
Dave Gahan,
Funkadelic,
Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson.
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.