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 Lithuania and from Stockholm.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Glasgow.
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 harpsichord 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 Warsaw to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Roxette. All the underground hits.
All Rahsaan Roland Kirk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric B and Rakim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Godley & Creme,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Joensuu 1685,
Scott Walker,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Babytalk,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Groovy Waters,
Pharoah Sanders,
Roxy Music,
Jandek,
The Golliwogs,
the Bar-Kays,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Visage,
Ronan,
Erykah Badu,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Pulsallama,
Faraquet,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Dave Gahan,
Alton Ellis,
Sarah Menescal,
Suburban Knight,
Symarip,
EPMD,
New York Dolls,
Depeche Mode,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Vogues,
Camberwell Now,
Sparks,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ultravox,
The Count Five,
Yazoo,
Chris Corsano,
Warsaw,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Pierre Henry,
K-Klass,
Fluxion,
Bluetip,
Zapp,
One Last Wish,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Roxette,
Pere Ubu,
F. McDonald,
JFA,
Intrusion,
The Black Dice,
Kaleidoscope,
John Lydon,
The Fire Engines,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
MC5, MC5, MC5, MC5.
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.