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 Laos and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Lyres to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Barracudas. All the underground hits.
All The Martian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zapp 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 güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lou Christie,
Whodini,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Urselle,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Curtis Mayfield,
Oneida,
Chris & Cosey,
Dawn Penn,
Lower 48,
MC5,
Ohio Players,
the Sonics,
Todd Terry,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Fortunes,
Tubeway Army,
Procol Harum,
Clear Light,
L. Decosne,
Heaven 17,
Sun City Girls,
Thee Headcoats,
Goldenarms,
The Techniques,
Liliput,
Ten City,
Josef K,
The Divine Comedy,
K-Klass,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Human League,
Wire,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Kayak,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Junior Murvin,
Country Teasers,
Warren Ellis,
Ralphi Rosario,
Man Parrish,
Suicide,
Derrick Morgan,
Joey Negro,
The Last Poets,
Tears for Fears,
AZ,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Amazonics,
Isaac Hayes,
Underground Resistance,
Absolute Body Control,
The Modern Lovers,
Ice-T,
Marc Almond,
Marine Girls,
FM Einheit,
Charles Mingus,
Tropical Tobacco,
Tres Demented,
Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton.
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.