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 Serbia and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the sitar 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 James White and The Blacks to the techno 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 Dark Day. All the underground hits.
All Public Enemy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Slits record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin 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?
Sun Ra,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Y Pants,
the Sonics,
The Grass Roots,
Barclay James Harvest,
Altered Images,
FM Einheit,
Joey Negro,
The Techniques,
Chris Corsano,
Qualms,
The Martian,
Radiohead,
Bang On A Can,
Boogie Down Productions,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Wings,
Lightning Bolt,
Severed Heads,
Shuggie Otis,
The Barracudas,
Wasted Youth,
Amon Düül,
Ultravox,
Kaleidoscope,
Mission of Burma,
Johnny Clarke,
Banda Bassotti,
Absolute Body Control,
The Toasters,
DNA,
Barbara Tucker,
Zero Boys,
Prince Buster,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Letta Mbulu,
China Crisis,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bobby Byrd,
Negative Approach,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lou Christie,
New York Dolls,
Lalo Schifrin,
Japan,
Slick Rick,
The Durutti Column,
Lindisfarne,
Terry Callier,
The Angels of Light,
Harmonia,
Leonard Cohen,
Minor Threat,
Scrapy,
The Cramps,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Cowsills,
Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls.
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.