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 Malaysia 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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Hot Snakes to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Gladiators. All the underground hits.
All The Red Krayola tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Flag 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brand Nubian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Flesh Eaters,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Offenders,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Livin' Joy,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Real Kids,
Nik Kershaw,
Lalo Schifrin,
Urselle,
Tropical Tobacco,
Skriet,
Sound Behaviour,
The Dave Clark Five,
Stetsasonic,
Buzzcocks,
Siglo XX,
The Blackbyrds,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Max Romeo,
Dorothy Ashby,
Hasil Adkins,
Terry Callier,
Fear,
Babytalk,
Tom Boy,
John Coltrane,
Nico,
Erasure,
Neu!,
Don Cherry,
Cameo,
Kool Moe Dee,
Massinfluence,
Camberwell Now,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Talk Talk,
Groovy Waters,
Chris Corsano,
Bill Near,
Duran Duran,
DJ Style,
kango's stein massive,
Amazonics,
Sun Ra,
Shoche,
Tommy Roe,
The Victims,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Smog,
Vladislav Delay,
Monolake,
Charles Mingus,
Suburban Knight,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Johnny Clarke,
Deadbeat,
Zapp,
Jesper Dahlback,
Gang Starr,
Althea and Donna,
Kas Product,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ten City, Ten City, Ten City, Ten City.
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.