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 Uganda and from Lyon.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 arpeggiator 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 Sun Ra to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Michelle Simonal. All the underground hits.
All The Motions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dead Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mission of Burma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonny Sharrock,
Goldenarms,
the Slits,
The Doobie Brothers,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Smiths,
The Seeds,
Iggy Pop,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Pylon,
Wings,
Make Up,
Delta 5,
Pussy Galore,
Mandrill,
Roy Ayers,
Donald Byrd,
Tres Demented,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Pretty Things,
Youth Brigade,
Intrusion,
Sun City Girls,
D'Angelo,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sight & Sound,
Jeff Lynne,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ronan,
The Zeros,
Nas,
Be Bop Deluxe,
T.S.O.L.,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Monks,
Sällskapet,
Chris Corsano,
Eric B and Rakim,
Tim Buckley,
Infiniti,
Symarip,
Boogie Down Productions,
China Crisis,
Angry Samoans,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
LL Cool J,
The Detroit Cobras,
Hardrive,
Fluxion,
Nico,
Tubeway Army,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Maleditus Sound,
The Shadows of Knight,
Don Cherry,
The Wake,
Arab on Radar,
Gang Starr,
Man Parrish,
Wire, Wire, Wire, Wire.
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.