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 Bulgaria and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 808 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 Grey Daturas to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Brand Nubian. All the underground hits.
All Howard Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Massinfluence 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sixth Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brass Construction,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sarah Menescal,
Altered Images,
Janne Schatter,
Cluster,
China Crisis,
Blossom Toes,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Joe Finger,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Jandek,
Sound Behaviour,
Malaria!,
Grey Daturas,
Depeche Mode,
Neil Young,
Eric Dolphy,
Sparks,
a-ha,
Davy DMX,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Khruangbin,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Maleditus Sound,
Skaos,
Loose Ends,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Shoche,
Jacob Miller,
Sandy B,
The Invisible,
Television,
Scan 7,
Average White Band,
Cameo,
Hasil Adkins,
Fela Kuti,
Clear Light,
Cal Tjader,
Con Funk Shun,
Rod Modell,
Franke,
Kerri Chandler,
Delta 5,
The Offenders,
Wasted Youth,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Flipper,
Index,
Whodini,
Charles Mingus,
Anthony Braxton,
Barclay James Harvest,
Yusef Lateef,
Aaron Thompson,
Tropical Tobacco,
Public Enemy,
Supertramp,
Andrew Hill,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Brick,
Pole, Pole, Pole, Pole.
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.