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 Ghana and from Mexico City.
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 Tokyo and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Holger Czukay 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 The Selecter to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Beau Brummels. All the underground hits.
All the Association tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lizzy Mercier Descloux record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sarah Menescal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gap Band,
Kerrie Biddell,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sun Ra,
The Techniques,
Drexciya,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Curtis Mayfield,
Amazonics,
Todd Terry,
Monks,
Joy Division,
Robert Wyatt,
Con Funk Shun,
Thee Headcoats,
The Leaves,
Scan 7,
the Germs,
LL Cool J,
Technova,
Television Personalities,
Shoche,
Agitation Free,
Charles Mingus,
Television,
Motorama,
Masters at Work,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Smiths,
Freddie Wadling,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Tres Demented,
Chrome,
Hasil Adkins,
DJ Sneak,
The Busters,
The Walker Brothers,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lou Reed,
Frankie Knuckles,
Donny Hathaway,
Johnny Osbourne,
Barclay James Harvest,
Skaos,
Fugazi,
Jeff Mills,
Rosa Yemen,
In Retrospect,
Avey Tare,
Faraquet,
Isaac Hayes,
John Lydon,
Lightning Bolt,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Jandek,
The Gun Club,
Drive Like Jehu,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
MDC,
Roxette,
Talk Talk,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo.
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.