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 Tuvalu and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Modern Lovers. All the underground hits.
All Dorothy Ashby tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Byron Stingily record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moleskins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Con Funk Shun,
Dave Gahan,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Electric Prunes,
The Victims,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Andrew Hill,
Suicide,
Oneida,
The Cowsills,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ice-T,
Skaos,
The Slackers,
Dual Sessions,
The Neon Judgement,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Symarip,
Lalann,
Big Daddy Kane,
Piero Umiliani,
Peter and Kerry,
Rufus Thomas,
Crispian St. Peters,
Dawn Penn,
48th St. Collective,
Q65,
Suburban Knight,
a-ha,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Five Americans,
The Vogues,
Faraquet,
World's Most,
Interpol,
Inner City,
Patti Smith,
FM Einheit,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Warren Ellis,
Magazine,
Boredoms,
Brand Nubian,
New Order,
the Sonics,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Rekid,
Bobby Byrd,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Accadde A,
The New Christs,
Scott Walker,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sexual Harrassment,
Flash Fearless,
Davy DMX,
The Move,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Bush Tetras,
The Skatalites,
Bronski Beat,
Jeff Mills,
The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks.
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.