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 Burundi and from London.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 synthesizer 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 Ponytail to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 A Certain Ratio. All the underground hits.
All Eddi Front tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ice-T record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Archie Shepp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare 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 Arkestra,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Radio Birdman,
Ralphi Rosario,
Tomorrow,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Porter Ricks,
Q and Not U,
Trumans Water,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bill Wells,
Scrapy,
Maleditus Sound,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Warren Ellis,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Rapeman,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Standells,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Searchers,
Quadrant,
Index,
R.M.O.,
Tim Buckley,
Johnny Clarke,
The Tremeloes,
Scan 7,
Robert Görl,
Magazine,
Oblivians,
The Knickerbockers,
Bush Tetras,
Los Fastidios,
Joe Finger,
T.S.O.L.,
The Red Krayola,
Circle Jerks,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Crispy Ambulance,
Hardrive,
Flipper,
Underground Resistance,
Boz Scaggs,
Guru Guru,
Crispian St. Peters,
Deakin,
The Misunderstood,
Freddie Wadling,
Pylon,
Model 500,
Von Mondo,
One Last Wish,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Black Flag,
The Dirtbombs,
Cabaret Voltaire,
KRS-One,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Can,
Sight & Sound,
Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun.
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.