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 Ukraine and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Robert Palmer 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 Warren Ellis to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 B.T. Express. All the underground hits.
All Neu! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Au Pairs 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cybotron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oblivians,
John Cale,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Theoretical Girls,
Lightning Bolt,
DNA,
Section 25,
Saccharine Trust,
Avey Tare,
Max Romeo,
The Cure,
Pantaleimon,
Bush Tetras,
New York Dolls,
Procol Harum,
Patti Smith,
Zapp,
Bill Wells,
Kenny Larkin,
kango's stein massive,
Monks,
Radio Birdman,
Grey Daturas,
Kevin Saunderson,
Derrick May,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Funky Four + One,
Pantytec,
CMW,
New Age Steppers,
The Sound,
The Last Poets,
Mo-Dettes,
Big Daddy Kane,
Y Pants,
Second Layer,
Pagans,
the Bar-Kays,
FM Einheit,
Gichy Dan,
Kas Product,
Brick,
The Invisible,
The Smoke,
Cecil Taylor,
Clear Light,
Peter and Kerry,
E-Dancer,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Jimmy McGriff,
Eddi Front,
Stockholm Monsters,
Organ,
Johnny Osbourne,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Buzzcocks,
Kool Moe Dee,
Deepchord,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Stereo Dub,
Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire.
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.