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 Azerbaijan and from Toronto.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Milan.
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 güiro 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 Letta Mbulu to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Stereo Dub. All the underground hits.
All Larry & the Blue Notes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alphaville record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & Metallica record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
cv313,
Pierre Henry,
Hasil Adkins,
Ponytail,
Parry Music,
Minor Threat,
48th St. Collective,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Juan Atkins,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Barbara Tucker,
Blake Baxter,
The Fall,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Skarface,
Lower 48,
Mission of Burma,
Gang Green,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Smoke,
Simply Red,
Kerri Chandler,
The Happenings,
Ten City,
Hoover,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Tomorrow,
In Retrospect,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Martian,
Cymande,
Aaron Thompson,
Henry Cow,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Deadbeat,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
X-101,
Soft Machine,
Oneida,
Eric Copeland,
Thee Headcoats,
Interpol,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ronan,
Peter & Gordon,
Khruangbin,
Gastr Del Sol,
Crime,
Massinfluence,
The Modern Lovers,
Young Marble Giants,
Malaria!,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bluetip,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Minnie Riperton,
The Trojans,
Adolescents,
Sam Rivers,
Scott Walker,
David McCallum,
Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman.
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.