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 Argentina 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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Barbara Tucker 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 the Bar-Kays. All the underground hits.
All Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Underground Resistance 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Thompson Twins,
The Blackbyrds,
H. Thieme,
Idris Muhammad,
Wasted Youth,
Sugar Minott,
Sister Nancy,
Fluxion,
Q65,
Tim Buckley,
New Age Steppers,
Sparks,
John Coltrane,
The Dead C,
James White and The Blacks,
Motorama,
These Immortal Souls,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Von Mondo,
Freddie Wadling,
Lalann,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Malaria!,
cv313,
Can,
Arab on Radar,
Grandmaster Flash,
Spandau Ballet,
The Gladiators,
Roger Hodgson,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Organ,
Altered Images,
June of 44,
Fatback Band,
Robert Wyatt,
Easy Going,
Godley & Creme,
Kerrie Biddell,
Newcleus,
Bauhaus,
Cal Tjader,
The Martian,
Moss Icon,
Cecil Taylor,
Yusef Lateef,
Patti Smith,
Amon Düül II,
Buzzcocks,
Black Moon,
Pantaleimon,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Derrick May,
The Grass Roots,
Crispian St. Peters,
Oneida,
PIL,
Eddi Front,
The Residents,
E-Dancer,
Y Pants,
Vainqueur,
David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum.
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.