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 Czech Republic and from Hong Kong.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 X-101 to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 In Retrospect. All the underground hits.
All Man Eating Sloth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Piero Umiliani record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Inner City,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Chris & Cosey,
Minnie Riperton,
Jeff Mills,
Eddi Front,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Toni Rubio,
The Sonics,
Sarah Menescal,
UT,
Bootsy Collins,
Moss Icon,
Radio Birdman,
Warsaw,
Anthony Braxton,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Nils Olav,
Matthew Bourne,
Cal Tjader,
Traffic Nightmare,
Henry Cow,
The Red Krayola,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Kenny Larkin,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Fuzztones,
Shoche,
John Cale,
Wings,
Harpers Bizarre,
Scan 7,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
the Germs,
Boz Scaggs,
Bill Wells,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Lindisfarne,
Joey Negro,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ornette Coleman,
New Age Steppers,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Gastr Del Sol,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sandy B,
The Slits,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Jawbox,
Sonic Youth,
James White and The Blacks,
Reuben Wilson,
Heaven 17,
Liliput,
Massinfluence,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Wake, The Wake, The Wake, The Wake.
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.