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 Paraguay and from Tehran.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Winnipeg.
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 Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Cabaret Voltaire to the electroclash 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 Jesper Dahlback. All the underground hits.
All Crime tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MDC record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Franke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
K-Klass,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Busters,
Minutemen,
Jerry's Kids,
Groovy Waters,
the Soft Cell,
Nick Fraelich,
Traffic Nightmare,
Jeru the Damaja,
Aswad,
cv313,
Juan Atkins,
The Sonics,
Kerri Chandler,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Alphaville,
Sun Ra,
Dark Day,
Ralphi Rosario,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Music Machine,
Neil Young,
LL Cool J,
Don Cherry,
Grey Daturas,
Oblivians,
The Red Krayola,
Lindisfarne,
Amazonics,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Dave Clark Five,
Boredoms,
Amon Düül,
the Normal,
Swell Maps,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Rhythm & Sound,
Outsiders,
Rod Modell,
Cal Tjader,
Cheater Slicks,
Metal Thangz,
Agitation Free,
The Residents,
John Lydon,
Archie Shepp,
Robert Görl,
Magazine,
Pet Shop Boys,
Crime,
The Doors,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Black Sheep,
Cymande,
48th St. Collective,
The Buckinghams,
Bobbi Humphrey,
James White and The Blacks,
Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya.
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.