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 Yemen and from Columbus.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin 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 The Slackers to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Camouflage. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers Ubiquity tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Parry Music record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crash Course in Science record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerri Chandler,
Accadde A,
Scion,
In Retrospect,
The Flesh Eaters,
Dorothy Ashby,
Eli Mardock,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Moleskins,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
the Germs,
Underground Resistance,
Mars,
Deakin,
The United States of America,
Aaron Thompson,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Toni Rubio,
The Music Machine,
Minnie Riperton,
X-101,
Bobby Sherman,
Marine Girls,
The Trojans,
Crispy Ambulance,
Vladislav Delay,
kango's stein massive,
The Smoke,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Big Daddy Kane,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Misunderstood,
Chrome,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Fortunes,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Golliwogs,
The Monks,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Rhythm & Sound,
Neil Young,
The Doors,
Boz Scaggs,
Dark Day,
cv313,
a-ha,
Pantytec,
Erykah Badu,
David McCallum,
Jeff Mills,
Royal Trux,
Charles Mingus,
Fluxion,
Crime,
New Order,
Q65,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Detroit Cobras,
Delta 5,
The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds.
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.