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 Venezuela and from Cairo.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 sitar 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 Whodini to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Eric Dolphy. All the underground hits.
All The Neon Judgement tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Letta Mbulu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultramagnetic MC's record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chrome,
Ohio Players,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Pere Ubu,
Underground Resistance,
Donny Hathaway,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
John Cale,
The Tremeloes,
Monolake,
Warsaw,
Mark Hollis,
Chris Corsano,
Flipper,
Black Sheep,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Mantronix,
The Moleskins,
The Martian,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Steve Hackett,
The Sound,
Tim Buckley,
John Coltrane,
Magazine,
Bootsy Collins,
The Fire Engines,
The Monochrome Set,
Joyce Sims,
Soft Machine,
Marmalade,
Theoretical Girls,
Reagan Youth,
Max Romeo,
Loose Ends,
Johnny Clarke,
Crash Course in Science,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Organ,
Minor Threat,
Bizarre Inc.,
Tres Demented,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
the Soft Cell,
Echospace,
The Stooges,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Matthew Halsall,
Outsiders,
Kayak,
Wolf Eyes,
KRS-One,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Procol Harum,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Trojans,
Tears for Fears,
Panda Bear,
The Walker Brothers,
Joey Negro,
The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks.
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.