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 Mexico and from Shanghai.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Electric Prunes to the electroclash 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 Liaisons Dangereuses. All the underground hits.
All Peter & Gordon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Smog record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Index record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warren Ellis,
The Young Rascals,
Dave Gahan,
Ossler,
Nation of Ulysses,
Motorama,
Magma,
The American Breed,
Das Ding,
Groovy Waters,
Kool Moe Dee,
Idris Muhammad,
Sister Nancy,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Don Cherry,
Severed Heads,
X-Ray Spex,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
This Heat,
Oneida,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bobby Byrd,
Pulsallama,
Fad Gadget,
Arcadia,
Eli Mardock,
Cymande,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Alice Coltrane,
Rapeman,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sly & The Family Stone,
8 Eyed Spy,
Harry Pussy,
DNA,
Piero Umiliani,
The Smiths,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Gong,
Arthur Verocai,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Alton Ellis,
Ohio Players,
The Names,
Gang Starr,
The Associates,
The Five Americans,
Boredoms,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Gang of Four,
The Last Poets,
Rakim,
The Fuzztones,
Los Fastidios,
Flamin' Groovies,
Crooked Eye,
Dead Boys,
Porter Ricks,
Can,
Marmalade,
The United States of America,
Model 500, Model 500, Model 500, Model 500.
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.