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 Syria and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Carl Craig to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 R.M.O.. All the underground hits.
All the Bar-Kays tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Litter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wolf Eyes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
FM Einheit,
ABC,
The Angels of Light,
Roxy Music,
Masters at Work,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Fuzztones,
Rotary Connection,
Jandek,
The Selecter,
Hashim,
T.S.O.L.,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Zeros,
Hot Snakes,
Swans,
Joensuu 1685,
The Last Poets,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Skaos,
Cymande,
Yusef Lateef,
Mr. Review,
Saccharine Trust,
Sarah Menescal,
Deakin,
Interpol,
Cal Tjader,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sight & Sound,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Vogues,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Joyce Sims,
Gong,
Piero Umiliani,
Sex Pistols,
Make Up,
The Slits,
Dark Day,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Arcadia,
The Shadows of Knight,
Kerri Chandler,
Chris & Cosey,
Stetsasonic,
Bronski Beat,
Flamin' Groovies,
Ken Boothe,
Skriet,
Clear Light,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Young Marble Giants,
Todd Rundgren,
Sun Ra,
Sandy B,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Heaven 17,
Y Pants,
Roy Ayers,
Eli Mardock,
Bill Near,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy.
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.