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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Jakarta.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Men They Couldn't Hang to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Zero Boys. All the underground hits.
All Art Ensemble Of Chicago tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Manfred Mann's Earth Band 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron 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 spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord 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?
Ludus,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Peter and Kerry,
DJ Style,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
China Crisis,
The Slits,
Intrusion,
Ten City,
Max Romeo,
DNA,
Rotary Connection,
Aaron Thompson,
Cecil Taylor,
Alphaville,
Silicon Teens,
Pet Shop Boys,
World's Most,
The Beau Brummels,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Monochrome Set,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Zeros,
Blossom Toes,
Bad Manners,
Isaac Hayes,
ABC,
Severed Heads,
Boz Scaggs,
Hasil Adkins,
B.T. Express,
Jeru the Damaja,
the Normal,
K-Klass,
Bobby Sherman,
X-101,
The Electric Prunes,
Newcleus,
Cluster,
Scan 7,
Easy Going,
The Misunderstood,
Dorothy Ashby,
the Association,
Scientists,
Sex Pistols,
Wolf Eyes,
Bang On A Can,
Skaos,
Ronnie Foster,
The Stooges,
Kerrie Biddell,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Happenings,
Blake Baxter,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ituana,
Sarah Menescal,
The Young Rascals,
Sixth Finger,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Birthday Party,
Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton.
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.