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 Burkina and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Deepchord to the crunk 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 FM Einheit. All the underground hits.
All Quantec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barry Ungar 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Panda Bear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Half Japanese,
Scion,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
F. McDonald,
Mo-Dettes,
Maurizio,
Sonic Youth,
Q65,
Stockholm Monsters,
Yusef Lateef,
Underground Resistance,
Symarip,
Royal Trux,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Robert Görl,
Siglo XX,
The Real Kids,
Unrelated Segments,
Flamin' Groovies,
Popol Vuh,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Hoover,
Bobby Womack,
John Cale,
Derrick Morgan,
Bobby Byrd,
Circle Jerks,
The Beau Brummels,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Pretty Things,
The Flesh Eaters,
Amazonics,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Crime,
Danielle Patucci,
Bluetip,
Morten Harket,
The Sound,
Eric Copeland,
Steve Hackett,
Simply Red,
Metal Thangz,
Pulsallama,
Mandrill,
The Music Machine,
Liliput,
Heaven 17,
The Move,
The Remains,
Rapeman,
Malaria!,
Lalo Schifrin,
Laurel Aitken,
Rhythm & Sound,
T.S.O.L.,
Erykah Badu,
Chris & Cosey,
Icehouse,
Funky Four + One,
Gang Green,
the Soft Cell,
The Cure,
E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer.
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.