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 Niger and from Delhi.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Milan.
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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Todd Terry to the dance 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 Lonnie Liston Smith. All the underground hits.
All Liaisons Dangereuses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mojo Men 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 sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pulsallama record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
R.M.O.,
Von Mondo,
Radio Birdman,
John Lydon,
Pierre Henry,
Black Moon,
Boredoms,
Panda Bear,
Deadbeat,
Iggy Pop,
Altered Images,
CMW,
X-Ray Spex,
the Soft Cell,
Mr. Review,
Alison Limerick,
Howard Jones,
Bobby Byrd,
The Five Americans,
Barry Ungar,
Kaleidoscope,
Barbara Tucker,
the Bar-Kays,
The United States of America,
John Foxx,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Jeru the Damaja,
ABBA,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Aural Exciters,
Gang of Four,
DJ Sneak,
Infiniti,
Avey Tare,
Harpers Bizarre,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Hoover,
Harmonia,
Tomorrow,
The Detroit Cobras,
Marmalade,
The Standells,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Japan,
Byron Stingily,
Sun City Girls,
X-101,
B.T. Express,
Big Daddy Kane,
Royal Trux,
Negative Approach,
Vainqueur,
The Vogues,
Zero Boys,
Sandy B,
Marine Girls,
Cecil Taylor,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Parry Music,
Mission of Burma,
Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith.
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.