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 Moldova and from Delhi.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Jakarta.
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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar 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 Michelle Simonal to the punk 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 Magma. All the underground hits.
All Bauhaus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angels of Light & Akron/Family record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ornette Coleman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dead C,
Camouflage,
The Sound,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Barracudas,
These Immortal Souls,
Cameo,
Bill Wells,
The Victims,
Ponytail,
Boz Scaggs,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Arthur Verocai,
Talk Talk,
Connie Case,
Los Fastidios,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Derrick Morgan,
Camberwell Now,
The Sonics,
T.S.O.L.,
The Angels of Light,
Eric B and Rakim,
Panda Bear,
Television Personalities,
The Selecter,
The Evens,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bobby Womack,
Simply Red,
Yusef Lateef,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sällskapet,
Alice Coltrane,
Warren Ellis,
Pulsallama,
Monks,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Marvin Gaye,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Junior Murvin,
Fatback Band,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
D'Angelo,
Kayak,
The New Christs,
Unrelated Segments,
Chrome,
R.M.O.,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Gories,
The Trojans,
Skriet,
The Detroit Cobras,
One Last Wish,
Amon Düül II,
Ossler,
Leonard Cohen,
Lalann,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler.
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.