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 Tanzania and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 clarinet 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 Cybotron to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Fat Boys. All the underground hits.
All Interpol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fugs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harmonia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry Gold Smith,
Underground Resistance,
The Angels of Light,
John Foxx,
Dual Sessions,
Interpol,
Jeru the Damaja,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Associates,
Bang On A Can,
Ponytail,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Marmalade,
Derrick May,
Howard Jones,
Khruangbin,
Bob Dylan,
Yellowson,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
the Soft Cell,
Rapeman,
Sixth Finger,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
New York Dolls,
Tim Buckley,
Tom Boy,
Gang Gang Dance,
Fugazi,
Sparks,
Arthur Verocai,
Yazoo,
Wolf Eyes,
The Buckinghams,
Letta Mbulu,
Alton Ellis,
Mo-Dettes,
Livin' Joy,
Organ,
Los Fastidios,
Porter Ricks,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Glambeats Corp.,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Quando Quango,
Gil Scott Heron,
Nirvana,
Mad Mike,
Easy Going,
The Divine Comedy,
Rekid,
Dave Gahan,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bobby Womack,
Delta 5,
The Detroit Cobras,
Moby Grape,
Joe Finger,
Cluster,
Boogie Down Productions,
Eve St. Jones,
Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket.
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.