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 Uzbekistan and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Cybotron to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Men They Couldn't Hang. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wolf Eyes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brand Nubian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultravox,
Bill Wells,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Fortunes,
Crispy Ambulance,
Flash Fearless,
Junior Murvin,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Accadde A,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sällskapet,
The Fall,
The Raincoats,
Spoonie Gee,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Black Pus,
Frankie Knuckles,
OOIOO,
Brothers Johnson,
Groovy Waters,
The Move,
Jawbox,
Terry Callier,
Tommy Roe,
Mark Hollis,
Radiopuhelimet,
Jimmy McGriff,
the Fania All-Stars,
Depeche Mode,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Five Americans,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sonic Youth,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Shoche,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Connie Case,
Saccharine Trust,
Quadrant,
The Shadows of Knight,
Traffic Nightmare,
Laurel Aitken,
These Immortal Souls,
Warren Ellis,
Maleditus Sound,
Bobby Byrd,
Livin' Joy,
David McCallum,
The Sound,
X-Ray Spex,
Kas Product,
Dorothy Ashby,
Tubeway Army,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Mr. Review,
Peter & Gordon,
Eric Copeland,
D'Angelo,
Dead Boys,
Spandau Ballet,
Sister Nancy,
Section 25,
Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can.
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.