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 Algeria and from Columbus.
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 Copenhagen and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 808 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 Sun City Girls to the punk 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 The Monks. All the underground hits.
All Brand Nubian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Parry Music 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Theoretical Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tropical Tobacco,
Swell Maps,
Ice-T,
John Cale,
Y Pants,
Wings,
In Retrospect,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Alphaville,
Isaac Hayes,
Nas,
Intrusion,
Fat Boys,
Radiopuhelimet,
Crooked Eye,
Icehouse,
Jawbox,
Mad Mike,
The Vogues,
Parry Music,
Grauzone,
The Skatalites,
The Walker Brothers,
Anthony Braxton,
Gang of Four,
Wasted Youth,
The Dirtbombs,
Grandmaster Flash,
Fad Gadget,
Avey Tare,
OOIOO,
Blake Baxter,
Schoolly D,
Procol Harum,
Josef K,
Funkadelic,
Surgeon,
Nils Olav,
Hardrive,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Skaos,
Freddie Wadling,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
New Order,
Television,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Fela Kuti,
Moebius,
Lalo Schifrin,
Carl Craig,
Echospace,
Harry Pussy,
Sonic Youth,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Standells,
Nick Fraelich,
Colin Newman,
Lucky Dragons,
Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh.
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.