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 Kazakhstan and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 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 Ossler to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Cure. All the underground hits.
All Glambeats Corp. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terrestrial Tones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cecil Taylor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Order,
Second Layer,
Angry Samoans,
La Düsseldorf,
MC5,
Harpers Bizarre,
Girls At Our Best!,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Lucky Dragons,
Pharoah Sanders,
Neu!,
The Gladiators,
Tubeway Army,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Pulsallama,
Maleditus Sound,
Grey Daturas,
Franke,
Zero Boys,
Lou Christie,
kango's stein massive,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Divine Comedy,
The Count Five,
Au Pairs,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Boredoms,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Barclay James Harvest,
Theoretical Girls,
Minny Pops,
Sound Behaviour,
Hardrive,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Letta Mbulu,
Bob Dylan,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bauhaus,
The Vogues,
Tim Buckley,
Lebanon Hanover,
Peter & Gordon,
Fela Kuti,
Drive Like Jehu,
New Age Steppers,
Excepter,
Outsiders,
Echospace,
Ronan,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Funkadelic,
Duran Duran,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Harmonia,
Davy DMX,
Delon & Dalcan,
Amon Düül II,
Reuben Wilson,
James White and The Blacks,
8 Eyed Spy,
Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey.
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.