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 Barbados and from Houston.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Accra.
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 güiro 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 Crooked Eye to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 A Flock of Seagulls. All the underground hits.
All Skriet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Patti Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sight & Sound,
Johnny Osbourne,
Unwound,
Ponytail,
Talk Talk,
Oneida,
Goldenarms,
T.S.O.L.,
Whodini,
Michelle Simonal,
John Lydon,
Carl Craig,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Eddi Front,
The Raincoats,
The United States of America,
Althea and Donna,
The Golliwogs,
The Fire Engines,
Newcleus,
Black Flag,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
OOIOO,
Lou Christie,
Alton Ellis,
Mandrill,
Eve St. Jones,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Real Kids,
Delta 5,
Spandau Ballet,
Andrew Hill,
The American Breed,
cv313,
Moss Icon,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Hashim,
Sonic Youth,
Can,
Half Japanese,
These Immortal Souls,
Livin' Joy,
Wolf Eyes,
Eric Copeland,
The Zeros,
Todd Terry,
Cal Tjader,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Durutti Column,
the Soft Cell,
kango's stein massive,
Ronan,
JFA,
Monks,
Bad Manners,
Pierre Henry,
Cluster,
Khruangbin,
The New Christs,
The Victims,
Scientists,
Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day.
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.