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 Tajikistan and from Seoul.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 organ 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 Arthur Verocai to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Malaria!. All the underground hits.
All T.S.O.L. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Juan Atkins 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers Ubiquity record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Can,
Basic Channel,
Curtis Mayfield,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Goldenarms,
Procol Harum,
The Wake,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
ABBA,
the Soft Cell,
Prince Buster,
Swell Maps,
Amazonics,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Count Five,
Danielle Patucci,
Barrington Levy,
UT,
Robert Wyatt,
Chris & Cosey,
Rekid,
Bill Near,
Fear,
Lalo Schifrin,
Byron Stingily,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Barracudas,
Laurel Aitken,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Neil Young,
The Remains,
Sun Ra,
Nirvana,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Modern Lovers,
Loose Ends,
Nik Kershaw,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Thompson Twins,
Donny Hathaway,
Pierre Henry,
Tropical Tobacco,
Zero Boys,
Grey Daturas,
Ohio Players,
ABC,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Skatalites,
The Grass Roots,
Royal Trux,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Red Krayola,
AZ,
Junior Murvin,
Ten City,
Yaz,
The Doors,
the Association,
K-Klass,
Gang Gang Dance,
Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin.
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.