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 Marshall Islands and from London.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Country Joe & The Fish to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Wake. All the underground hits.
All Lalo Schifrin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Rundgren 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cowsills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Stooges,
Ossler,
Shuggie Otis,
Donald Byrd,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Outsiders,
Sun Ra,
The Associates,
Ultravox,
Jeff Mills,
Amon Düül II,
Man Parrish,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Doors,
The Smiths,
Peter and Kerry,
Sparks,
Joensuu 1685,
Althea and Donna,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bill Near,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Isaac Hayes,
Ludus,
Wally Richardson,
Curtis Mayfield,
Loose Ends,
The Tremeloes,
The Index,
The Gories,
Todd Rundgren,
Model 500,
Joyce Sims,
Suburban Knight,
Zapp,
Vladislav Delay,
The Moleskins,
Unrelated Segments,
Goldenarms,
Tom Boy,
Liliput,
Youth Brigade,
Parry Music,
The Names,
The Angels of Light,
Second Layer,
Susan Cadogan,
Blake Baxter,
Matthew Bourne,
the Normal,
Warren Ellis,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Invisible,
Scan 7,
Ultra Naté,
Lakeside,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Alison Limerick,
the Human League,
The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight.
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.