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 Marshall Islands and from Milan.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Woodstock.
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 chamberlin 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 Boogie Down Productions 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 Josef K. All the underground hits.
All Severed Heads tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sandy B record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blake Baxter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mantronix,
The Cure,
The Fugs,
Cecil Taylor,
Eric Dolphy,
Brass Construction,
Zero Boys,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Divine Comedy,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sister Nancy,
Dark Day,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Crispy Ambulance,
Idris Muhammad,
Moby Grape,
Camberwell Now,
Saccharine Trust,
Scratch Acid,
Flamin' Groovies,
Kaleidoscope,
Harmonia,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Stetsasonic,
Trumans Water,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Black Moon,
Television,
Accadde A,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Prince Buster,
Kerri Chandler,
The Cramps,
D'Angelo,
Isaac Hayes,
Qualms,
Big Daddy Kane,
Moss Icon,
Guru Guru,
Joe Smooth,
Frankie Knuckles,
Aaron Thompson,
Little Man,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Fall,
Tres Demented,
Graham Central Station,
Black Flag,
Blancmange,
World's Most,
Albert Ayler,
Stockholm Monsters,
Alphaville,
Joensuu 1685,
Minny Pops,
Unrelated Segments,
The Standells,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Brothers Johnson,
Bob Dylan,
Bad Manners,
Tears for Fears,
Hot Snakes,
Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman.
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.