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 the UAE and from Glasgow.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 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 Yusef Lateef to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Scientists. All the underground hits.
All Glenn Branca tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mary Jane Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Circle Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Walker Brothers,
Sex Pistols,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bush Tetras,
kango's stein massive,
Talk Talk,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Letta Mbulu,
Peter and Kerry,
Erykah Badu,
Khruangbin,
Oblivians,
The Cure,
Tubeway Army,
Delon & Dalcan,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Accadde A,
the Soft Cell,
Trumans Water,
Barry Ungar,
Drexciya,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Nas,
The Dead C,
Wire,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
F. McDonald,
Boogie Down Productions,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Avey Tare,
K-Klass,
The Music Machine,
Joe Finger,
KRS-One,
The Doors,
Funky Four + One,
Godley & Creme,
The Count Five,
Y Pants,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Fall,
Rites of Spring,
The Blackbyrds,
Bauhaus,
Jawbox,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Joy Division,
48th St. Collective,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Niagra,
Flipper,
Roxette,
Monolake,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Derrick May,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Goldenarms,
Josef K,
Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel.
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.