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 Australia and from Woodstock.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Pere Ubu to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Tubeway Army. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Sherman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lizzy Mercier Descloux 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fortunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The New Christs,
Quando Quango,
Freddie Wadling,
Soft Machine,
The Last Poets,
Talk Talk,
Skriet,
Lucky Dragons,
Television Personalities,
the Normal,
Circle Jerks,
Brick,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Donny Hathaway,
The Human League,
Bizarre Inc.,
Funky Four + One,
Mary Jane Girls,
Surgeon,
Au Pairs,
Donald Byrd,
Bang On A Can,
The Dave Clark Five,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Intrusion,
Scion,
Silicon Teens,
Masters at Work,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Monks,
Gang of Four,
The Offenders,
Chris Corsano,
The Zeros,
The Alarm Clocks,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sun Ra,
Ohio Players,
Eric Dolphy,
Loose Ends,
The Names,
Robert Wyatt,
Amon Düül,
Crash Course in Science,
Bill Wells,
Subhumans,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Man Parrish,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Motions,
Animal Collective,
Rakim,
Sam Rivers,
Chris & Cosey,
Pet Shop Boys,
the Swans,
Neil Young,
Black Sheep,
Suburban Knight,
The Black Dice,
New Order,
Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté.
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.