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 Chad and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Michael McDonald 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 Sonic Youth to the rock 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 Jimmy McGriff. All the underground hits.
All Masters at Work tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lucky Dragons 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry Gold Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lucky Dragons,
Rhythm & Sound,
Harry Pussy,
The Sound,
Black Pus,
Jesper Dahlback,
Wolf Eyes,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
F. McDonald,
Sam Rivers,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Joensuu 1685,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Hashim,
LL Cool J,
Duran Duran,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
DNA,
Ronnie Foster,
Quantec,
Pussy Galore,
Suicide,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ronan,
Marine Girls,
These Immortal Souls,
Monks,
Barbara Tucker,
Basic Channel,
The Evens,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Fire Engines,
John Cale,
Stereo Dub,
Eric Copeland,
The Detroit Cobras,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Rod Modell,
The Associates,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Index,
Rites of Spring,
Underground Resistance,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Throbbing Gristle,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Fall,
Fad Gadget,
Ralphi Rosario,
New Age Steppers,
Alphaville,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Silicon Teens,
The Fuzztones,
Public Enemy,
Pierre Henry,
Second Layer,
Roxette,
Danielle Patucci,
Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra.
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.