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 Zambia and from Columbus.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz 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 Roxette. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doors 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liliput record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monochrome Set,
Pantytec,
The Music Machine,
Mantronix,
Barrington Levy,
Fluxion,
Cecil Taylor,
Television,
cv313,
Gang Starr,
Eve St. Jones,
Robert Görl,
Young Marble Giants,
David Axelrod,
Underground Resistance,
The Trojans,
Soulsonic Force,
Tim Buckley,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Nils Olav,
Shoche,
Eurythmics,
Severed Heads,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Skarface,
Rod Modell,
Rotary Connection,
Motorama,
Rapeman,
Pet Shop Boys,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Kerrie Biddell,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Oneida,
Section 25,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Cowsills,
Groovy Waters,
Kurtis Blow,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Royal Trux,
Buzzcocks,
Aswad,
Minnie Riperton,
Lebanon Hanover,
Crash Course in Science,
KRS-One,
Joyce Sims,
Stockholm Monsters,
Q and Not U,
Yellowson,
Delon & Dalcan,
Funkadelic,
L. Decosne,
Bill Wells,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Essential Logic,
Make Up,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Angels of Light,
Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX.
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.