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 Mali and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Pharoah Sanders 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 CMW. All the underground hits.
All Radiopuhelimet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Icehouse 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anthony Braxton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joensuu 1685,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Bad Manners,
Groovy Waters,
Nico,
Lower 48,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Fugs,
Joe Finger,
Dave Gahan,
Aaron Thompson,
Scan 7,
Monolake,
Curtis Mayfield,
Magazine,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Amazonics,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Pop Group,
Bauhaus,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Index,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Offenders,
Don Cherry,
Eve St. Jones,
Jerry's Kids,
The Fire Engines,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Los Fastidios,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Minor Threat,
Mary Jane Girls,
Patti Smith,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Juan Atkins,
The Names,
The Slits,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Monochrome Set,
The Smiths,
MC5,
Swell Maps,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Eric Dolphy,
Reuben Wilson,
Ultimate Spinach,
H. Thieme,
Agent Orange,
JFA,
Jeff Mills,
The Alarm Clocks,
Cal Tjader,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Dorothy Ashby,
Erasure,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Panda Bear,
Cluster, Cluster, Cluster, Cluster.
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.