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 Saudi Arabia and from Calgary.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Hot Snakes to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Cecil Taylor. All the underground hits.
All Con Funk Shun tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James Chance & The Contortions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lindisfarne,
The Mummies,
Joensuu 1685,
Dual Sessions,
Colin Newman,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Radio Birdman,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Maurizio,
The Zeros,
The Young Rascals,
World's Most,
Bang On A Can,
Cheater Slicks,
Quadrant,
Rhythm & Sound,
Gong,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Faust,
Cameo,
Symarip,
Joy Division,
Byron Stingily,
Man Parrish,
The Music Machine,
Gerry Rafferty,
Marine Girls,
FM Einheit,
Malaria!,
Amon Düül II,
The Move,
The Human League,
Guru Guru,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Glenn Branca,
Hashim,
Main Source,
Davy DMX,
JFA,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Alarm Clocks,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Toni Rubio,
New Age Steppers,
Wasted Youth,
Pussy Galore,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lakeside,
Rufus Thomas,
Khruangbin,
Anakelly,
The Evens,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Minutemen,
The J.B.'s,
Pylon,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Red Krayola,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Fear,
Gang Starr,
Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd.
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.