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 Antigua and from Manila.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Danielle Patucci to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Sisters of Mercy. All the underground hits.
All Dorothy Ashby tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Justin Hinds & The Dominoes 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Teasers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Porter Ricks,
Aloha Tigers,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Johnny Clarke,
Vladislav Delay,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Nik Kershaw,
Throbbing Gristle,
H. Thieme,
The Sound,
Radiopuhelimet,
New Age Steppers,
Pylon,
Symarip,
The American Breed,
Minnie Riperton,
Harpers Bizarre,
Lower 48,
Pantaleimon,
Eli Mardock,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Joensuu 1685,
Tim Buckley,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bang On A Can,
Johnny Osbourne,
Yusef Lateef,
Roxette,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Stereo Dub,
The Buckinghams,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Dark Day,
Mary Jane Girls,
Kas Product,
Wire,
Young Marble Giants,
New Order,
Fatback Band,
The Dave Clark Five,
Kerri Chandler,
Rites of Spring,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Gang Gang Dance,
Tomorrow,
The Smoke,
The Human League,
Ponytail,
Stockholm Monsters,
Crash Course in Science,
Ohio Players,
Gerry Rafferty,
Tropical Tobacco,
Interpol,
ABBA,
The Young Rascals,
Reuben Wilson,
Hasil Adkins,
L. Decosne,
Mark Hollis,
Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh.
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.