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 Nicaragua and from Manchester.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Selector Dub Narcotic to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Fear. All the underground hits.
All Magazine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Khruangbin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a OOIOO record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro 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 Doobie Brothers,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Glambeats Corp.,
AZ,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Procol Harum,
the Swans,
Severed Heads,
Aaron Thompson,
Flash Fearless,
The Motions,
Bootsy Collins,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Bobby Womack,
Joy Division,
Kas Product,
Oneida,
Saccharine Trust,
Sun Ra,
Intrusion,
kango's stein massive,
Scion,
Delon & Dalcan,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Half Japanese,
Robert Hood,
Bobby Sherman,
Delta 5,
The Fire Engines,
Bauhaus,
Thompson Twins,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
B.T. Express,
Bronski Beat,
Surgeon,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Chrome,
Grauzone,
Massinfluence,
Bobby Byrd,
Black Sheep,
T. Rex,
MC5,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Supertramp,
The Gladiators,
Oblivians,
Hasil Adkins,
The Sound,
Kayak,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ronnie Foster,
Judy Mowatt,
Gong,
Lungfish,
Mission of Burma,
Mark Hollis,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Goldenarms,
La Düsseldorf,
Ludus, Ludus, Ludus, Ludus.
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.