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 South Sudan 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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Big Daddy Kane 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 Bob Dylan. All the underground hits.
All D'Angelo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rod Modell 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Laurel Aitken 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?
Newcleus,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Visage,
Section 25,
Pulsallama,
Idris Muhammad,
Khruangbin,
Soulsonic Force,
Bush Tetras,
Derrick May,
The Blackbyrds,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
John Coltrane,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Ossler,
Reuben Wilson,
Zapp,
Judy Mowatt,
Smog,
Eric Dolphy,
Goldenarms,
Barry Ungar,
Youth Brigade,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Black Pus,
Gabor Szabo,
Radio Birdman,
Laurel Aitken,
Roxy Music,
Neil Young,
The New Christs,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Pylon,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Smoke,
Hardrive,
Drexciya,
Clear Light,
China Crisis,
The Smiths,
The Move,
Blake Baxter,
Kayak,
Radiohead,
Peter & Gordon,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Television Personalities,
Warsaw,
June of 44,
Monks,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Shoche,
Siglo XX,
Lalann,
Byron Stingily,
James White and The Blacks,
The Seeds,
Todd Terry,
Maleditus Sound,
The Last Poets,
The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers.
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.