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 Switzerland and from Jakarta.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 David Bowie 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 Lonnie Liston Smith to the grunge 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 Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Sandy B tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siouxsie and the Banshees record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liliput record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terry Callier,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Boredoms,
Eric B and Rakim,
Roy Ayers,
a-ha,
Kenny Larkin,
Hashim,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
EPMD,
The Count Five,
Echospace,
Jawbox,
The Standells,
The Raincoats,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Tommy Roe,
Chris & Cosey,
Bill Near,
Section 25,
The Index,
Popol Vuh,
Bluetip,
L. Decosne,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Moby Grape,
Pet Shop Boys,
Roxette,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Deepchord,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Eric Dolphy,
Ultimate Spinach,
D'Angelo,
Bob Dylan,
The Music Machine,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Tropical Tobacco,
Tres Demented,
The Walker Brothers,
Thompson Twins,
Junior Murvin,
Eve St. Jones,
The Sound,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Circle Jerks,
Grandmaster Flash,
Stereo Dub,
Massinfluence,
Josef K,
Ultravox,
Iggy Pop,
Fela Kuti,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Donald Byrd,
Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army.
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.