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 Malawi and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 David Axelrod to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Depeche Mode. All the underground hits.
All Scion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Association 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flash Fearless record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sällskapet,
Lyres,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lakeside,
Mandrill,
Cheater Slicks,
Bang On A Can,
The Gories,
Lindisfarne,
The Beau Brummels,
Lucky Dragons,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Vladislav Delay,
Pantaleimon,
Wings,
The Barracudas,
The Music Machine,
Nas,
Donny Hathaway,
Shuggie Otis,
Adolescents,
Alice Coltrane,
Johnny Osbourne,
Loose Ends,
Gichy Dan,
Liliput,
Country Teasers,
Bill Wells,
The Invisible,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Agent Orange,
Robert Hood,
Donald Byrd,
Flash Fearless,
Barry Ungar,
Electric Prunes,
The Cramps,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Cluster,
MC5,
Quadrant,
8 Eyed Spy,
Delon & Dalcan,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Surgeon,
Oneida,
Funky Four + One,
Tomorrow,
The Dave Clark Five,
Audionom,
Bobby Womack,
Nick Fraelich,
Pharoah Sanders,
Mr. Review,
Fatback Band,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Model 500,
Echospace,
Soul Sonic Force,
Q and Not U,
Interpol,
Technova, Technova, Technova, Technova.
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.