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 Gambia and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 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 Brand Nubian to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Ultimate Spinach. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minutemen 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Major Organ And The Adding Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Absolute Body Control,
Althea and Donna,
Theoretical Girls,
Neil Young,
Altered Images,
Can,
Kerri Chandler,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Rekid,
PIL,
Agitation Free,
New Order,
Hot Snakes,
The Stooges,
The Doobie Brothers,
Aswad,
Average White Band,
Severed Heads,
Arcadia,
The Velvet Underground,
Tomorrow,
Black Bananas,
Joensuu 1685,
Thompson Twins,
Reuben Wilson,
Echospace,
Letta Mbulu,
Desert Stars,
Pulsallama,
Dave Gahan,
Bang On A Can,
Gabor Szabo,
Inner City,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Television,
The Victims,
Nils Olav,
Stetsasonic,
Mission of Burma,
Barry Ungar,
The Fugs,
Erasure,
Aaron Thompson,
The Golliwogs,
Frankie Knuckles,
Throbbing Gristle,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Mary Jane Girls,
David Axelrod,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Carl Craig,
MDC,
The Gap Band,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Scientists,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Clear Light,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Quantec,
Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe.
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.