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 Austria and from Winnipeg.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Manchester.
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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin 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 Electric Light Orchestra to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Black Flag. All the underground hits.
All Dawn Penn tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Barracudas 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Buzzcocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ituana,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Nico,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lyres,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sun Ra,
Tommy Roe,
Moebius,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Blues Magoos,
Isaac Hayes,
Model 500,
The Star Department,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Five Americans,
The Shadows of Knight,
Wire,
Nils Olav,
The Smiths,
Oblivians,
Essential Logic,
Todd Terry,
Supertramp,
Pharoah Sanders,
Anthony Braxton,
Smog,
Bootsy Collins,
The Fortunes,
Amazonics,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ultra Naté,
Henry Cow,
Cluster,
Glenn Branca,
Bobby Womack,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Scion,
The Neon Judgement,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Cure,
Saccharine Trust,
The Monks,
Brick,
Susan Cadogan,
The Gories,
Roy Ayers,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Mummies,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Theoretical Girls,
Hot Snakes,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Gang Gang Dance,
Funkadelic,
Qualms,
Popol Vuh,
The Grass Roots,
Joyce Sims,
The Motions, The Motions, The Motions, The Motions.
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.