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 Chile and from Sao Paulo.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 linndrum 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 Brick to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Music Machine. All the underground hits.
All Adolescents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Schoolly D record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a OOIOO 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?
Eric Copeland,
Bluetip,
Bobby Womack,
Section 25,
The Skatalites,
The Trojans,
Pierre Henry,
Dave Gahan,
Morten Harket,
Ultravox,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Schoolly D,
Terry Callier,
Grandmaster Flash,
Mission of Burma,
Kerrie Biddell,
Bauhaus,
Flash Fearless,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Glenn Branca,
Pylon,
Grauzone,
The Durutti Column,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Human League,
Hot Snakes,
New Age Steppers,
Public Enemy,
The Invisible,
Make Up,
Index,
Ludus,
Von Mondo,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lungfish,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Cowsills,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Leonard Cohen,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Echospace,
The Seeds,
Crispian St. Peters,
Cameo,
Nirvana,
Quando Quango,
Fatback Band,
Pantytec,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Joe Smooth,
Eve St. Jones,
Buzzcocks,
The Young Rascals,
Infiniti,
Eden Ahbez,
The American Breed,
Joy Division,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Moebius,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
EPMD,
Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep.
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.