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 Seychelles and from Toronto.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Tom Verlaine 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 West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Circle Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Richard Hell and the Voidoids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ponytail record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rotary Connection,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Thompson Twins,
Quadrant,
The Cramps,
Television,
Trumans Water,
The Pretty Things,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Last Poets,
Agitation Free,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Delta 5,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Marshall Jefferson,
Los Fastidios,
Nirvana,
Neil Young,
Swans,
Hardrive,
Crime,
Guru Guru,
The Fuzztones,
Howard Jones,
The Pop Group,
Isaac Hayes,
The Shadows of Knight,
Maleditus Sound,
The Black Dice,
Drive Like Jehu,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Suburban Knight,
Sly & The Family Stone,
X-Ray Spex,
Jimmy McGriff,
E-Dancer,
Blossom Toes,
EPMD,
Traffic Nightmare,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Velvet Underground,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bush Tetras,
Cymande,
FM Einheit,
Procol Harum,
Buzzcocks,
Spoonie Gee,
Joyce Sims,
Fatback Band,
Gabor Szabo,
Roger Hodgson,
Lalann,
Sun Ra,
Shuggie Otis,
The Kinks,
MDC,
Rites of Spring,
Lou Christie,
Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt.
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.