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 Slovakia and from Cairo.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 synthesizer 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 Supertramp 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 Sandy B. All the underground hits.
All Morten Harket tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Fania All-Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lebanon Hanover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum 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?
X-102,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Susan Cadogan,
Crispy Ambulance,
Pere Ubu,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Fire Engines,
Sexual Harrassment,
Matthew Halsall,
Chris & Cosey,
Barrington Levy,
Pulsallama,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Kevin Saunderson,
Radiopuhelimet,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Don Cherry,
Television,
Radiohead,
The Saints,
Country Teasers,
The Associates,
EPMD,
Gang of Four,
The Leaves,
MDC,
Icehouse,
Ornette Coleman,
Gichy Dan,
8 Eyed Spy,
Donald Byrd,
Sixth Finger,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Procol Harum,
the Germs,
Derrick May,
The Seeds,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bronski Beat,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Gladiators,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lightning Bolt,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ossler,
Scion,
The Fugs,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Mummies,
Darondo,
Monks,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Von Mondo,
Scott Walker,
The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks.
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.