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 Lithuania and from Accra.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 oboe 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 Kenny Larkin to the dance 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 Iggy Pop. All the underground hits.
All Brass Construction tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neu! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Babytalk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Wake,
Ponytail,
Kenny Larkin,
Laurel Aitken,
Amon Düül II,
Arcadia,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
B.T. Express,
Gong,
Tears for Fears,
Rekid,
Girls At Our Best!,
Rakim,
Arthur Verocai,
Ossler,
Nirvana,
Vladislav Delay,
MC5,
Grey Daturas,
Aaron Thompson,
The Move,
Minnie Riperton,
Cluster,
Pagans,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
K-Klass,
Traffic Nightmare,
John Foxx,
Unwound,
Qualms,
Public Image Ltd.,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Drexciya,
Adolescents,
Harmonia,
Eddi Front,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Monolake,
John Lydon,
Stiv Bators,
The Fall,
Bronski Beat,
Negative Approach,
Jandek,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Pole,
Excepter,
Fear,
New Order,
The Trojans,
Hoover,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Scrapy,
Radiopuhelimet,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Scott Walker,
Pere Ubu,
X-Ray Spex,
Basic Channel,
Althea and Donna,
A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio.
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.