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 Israel and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Slave to the disco 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 John Holt. All the underground hits.
All UT tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lucky Dragons 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arab on Radar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Danielle Patucci,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sight & Sound,
Peter and Kerry,
Fatback Band,
Wasted Youth,
Hashim,
Circle Jerks,
DNA,
Whodini,
Unrelated Segments,
Bang On A Can,
Neil Young,
The Trojans,
Radiopuhelimet,
DJ Style,
Tropical Tobacco,
Black Pus,
Altered Images,
Leonard Cohen,
48th St. Collective,
Adolescents,
Terry Callier,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
R.M.O.,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Pylon,
Blancmange,
Swell Maps,
Supertramp,
The Buckinghams,
Sparks,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Seeds,
Nils Olav,
Grauzone,
The Young Rascals,
Mo-Dettes,
The Fire Engines,
The Doobie Brothers,
Negative Approach,
Soul II Soul,
Cybotron,
Ponytail,
La Düsseldorf,
Ohio Players,
Joe Finger,
Excepter,
Mark Hollis,
Joy Division,
T.S.O.L.,
The United States of America,
Roxy Music,
Monks,
Todd Rundgren,
Kenny Larkin,
Jandek,
Vainqueur,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Mantronix,
Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust.
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.