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 Brunei and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 spring reverb 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 Bang On A Can to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Deepchord. All the underground hits.
All Monolake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Certain Ratio 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Moon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Danielle Patucci,
Sun City Girls,
Arthur Verocai,
AZ,
Dawn Penn,
Harpers Bizarre,
Crooked Eye,
Josef K,
Barbara Tucker,
Loose Ends,
Dennis Brown,
Kerri Chandler,
Graham Central Station,
the Association,
Inner City,
Dorothy Ashby,
Idris Muhammad,
Aswad,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Invisible,
the Bar-Kays,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sex Pistols,
Surgeon,
Wasted Youth,
The Busters,
Vainqueur,
Buzzcocks,
Isaac Hayes,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
E-Dancer,
Bobby Sherman,
Basic Channel,
Quando Quango,
The Moleskins,
Pole,
The Remains,
Brass Construction,
L. Decosne,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Kinks,
Lee Hazlewood,
Michelle Simonal,
Flash Fearless,
48th St. Collective,
Model 500,
The Cramps,
Joy Division,
Animal Collective,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Nirvana,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Gastr Del Sol,
Rhythm & Sound,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Doobie Brothers,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops.
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.