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 New York.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Television Personalities to the rap 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 Maleditus Sound. All the underground hits.
All Heavy D & The Boyz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Malaria! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Black Dice record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Fraelich,
World's Most,
U.S. Maple,
Camberwell Now,
Country Teasers,
Pagans,
Motorama,
Monks,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Make Up,
Oneida,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Cure,
Black Moon,
OOIOO,
Jeff Lynne,
10cc,
Kaleidoscope,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Morten Harket,
Arcadia,
Wasted Youth,
Andrew Hill,
the Soft Cell,
Babytalk,
Crispian St. Peters,
Accadde A,
Skriet,
Eli Mardock,
Pantytec,
Big Daddy Kane,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Smog,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Yusef Lateef,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Pylon,
KRS-One,
Cecil Taylor,
Electric Prunes,
Intrusion,
Gil Scott Heron,
Vainqueur,
Hashim,
Gang Green,
Faust,
Skaos,
Lebanon Hanover,
One Last Wish,
The Detroit Cobras,
Can,
Dorothy Ashby,
Absolute Body Control,
Alton Ellis,
Television,
Infiniti,
Circle Jerks,
Magazine,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Golliwogs,
Lucky Dragons,
The Busters, The Busters, The Busters, The Busters.
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.