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 Maldives and from Lille.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the theremin 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 Glambeats Corp. to the jazz 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 Gil Scott Heron. All the underground hits.
All Black Flag tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Bananas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Durutti Column record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cecil Taylor,
Underground Resistance,
Dawn Penn,
DJ Style,
Donald Byrd,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Graham Central Station,
Tears for Fears,
Scientists,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Prince Buster,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Deepchord,
Main Source,
Gang Gang Dance,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sun City Girls,
Dorothy Ashby,
Bill Near,
Silicon Teens,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Cybotron,
Scion,
Erykah Badu,
Oblivians,
Cameo,
Fluxion,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Hot Snakes,
New Order,
Rosa Yemen,
Television,
Sarah Menescal,
The Walker Brothers,
Albert Ayler,
Jeff Lynne,
The Move,
Animal Collective,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Suicide,
Alison Limerick,
Vladislav Delay,
Frankie Knuckles,
Mad Mike,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Blossom Toes,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Duran Duran,
Little Man,
Derrick May,
Cymande,
The Durutti Column,
Junior Murvin,
Half Japanese,
Nico,
Supertramp,
Q and Not U,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Charles Mingus,
Dave Gahan,
Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell.
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.