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 Mongolia and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Michael McDonald 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 Massinfluence to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Jeff Mills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Happenings record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Monks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bronski Beat,
Jandek,
The Searchers,
Panda Bear,
Sister Nancy,
Bootsy Collins,
Charles Mingus,
Surgeon,
The Gladiators,
Drive Like Jehu,
Roxette,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Y Pants,
Minor Threat,
A Certain Ratio,
Moebius,
The Wake,
The Martian,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Rites of Spring,
JFA,
Vainqueur,
Neil Young,
Rakim,
Los Fastidios,
Joe Smooth,
Scratch Acid,
Hardrive,
KRS-One,
The Durutti Column,
Shoche,
Ultra Naté,
Young Marble Giants,
the Sonics,
Talk Talk,
Black Moon,
Bizarre Inc.,
Deakin,
Crispy Ambulance,
Be Bop Deluxe,
John Coltrane,
Subhumans,
Urselle,
Frankie Knuckles,
Scientists,
Isaac Hayes,
Sugar Minott,
Aloha Tigers,
Funkadelic,
ABBA,
The Real Kids,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Eric Copeland,
Basic Channel,
Chrome,
Shuggie Otis,
David Bowie,
Absolute Body Control,
Pylon,
Babytalk,
Chris & Cosey,
Roy Ayers,
Brick, Brick, Brick, Brick.
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.