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 Namibia and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Monks to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Cybotron. All the underground hits.
All Isaac Hayes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The New Christs 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oppenheimer Analysis 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?
Blake Baxter,
Sonic Youth,
Funky Four + One,
Anakelly,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Skatalites,
Frankie Knuckles,
Jerry's Kids,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bill Wells,
Bluetip,
The Angels of Light,
Wolf Eyes,
In Retrospect,
Idris Muhammad,
Hashim,
Barry Ungar,
Derrick May,
The Gories,
the Association,
Mission of Burma,
Depeche Mode,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Metal Thangz,
The Busters,
The Black Dice,
The Index,
Radiopuhelimet,
Clear Light,
Boz Scaggs,
X-101,
The Vogues,
Lyres,
Sun City Girls,
Robert Wyatt,
Interpol,
Nick Fraelich,
ABBA,
Average White Band,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
FM Einheit,
The Divine Comedy,
Eden Ahbez,
Harmonia,
Visage,
Buzzcocks,
Todd Rundgren,
World's Most,
Sixth Finger,
Cecil Taylor,
Pharoah Sanders,
Skriet,
June Days,
The Standells,
Nico,
Rosa Yemen,
Joy Division,
Organ,
The Electric Prunes,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5.
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.