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 Venezuela and from Seoul.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Alice Coltrane to the punk 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 Desert Stars. All the underground hits.
All Theoretical Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camouflage record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ohio Players record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warren Ellis,
New York Dolls,
Roxette,
The Stooges,
Thee Headcoats,
Big Daddy Kane,
Monolake,
Icehouse,
The United States of America,
Deepchord,
Rod Modell,
Idris Muhammad,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sandy B,
Joey Negro,
Tubeway Army,
Mary Jane Girls,
Wire,
The New Christs,
Roger Hodgson,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
D'Angelo,
Gabor Szabo,
Smog,
Dual Sessions,
the Slits,
Unwound,
AZ,
the Bar-Kays,
Skaos,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lakeside,
Max Romeo,
The Golliwogs,
Rakim,
Average White Band,
Joe Finger,
Soul II Soul,
Pole,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sam Rivers,
Soft Cell,
Juan Atkins,
Moby Grape,
48th St. Collective,
Bad Manners,
Radiohead,
Harmonia,
Zapp,
Radio Birdman,
Brass Construction,
The Gun Club,
Alphaville,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Vogues,
Colin Newman,
Aaron Thompson,
The Seeds,
Arab on Radar,
Letta Mbulu,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore.
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.