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 Yemen and from Shanghai.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Q and Not U to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Von Mondo. All the underground hits.
All Letta Mbulu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hasil Adkins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Section 25 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Malaria!,
Thee Headcoats,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Deepchord,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Organ,
Rufus Thomas,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
K-Klass,
Bob Dylan,
Subhumans,
Dennis Brown,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
AZ,
Leonard Cohen,
Drexciya,
Suburban Knight,
Fluxion,
Derrick May,
Marine Girls,
Tim Buckley,
Arab on Radar,
Heaven 17,
Symarip,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Star Department,
Make Up,
Mary Jane Girls,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sonic Youth,
Scrapy,
Wings,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
These Immortal Souls,
Duran Duran,
Average White Band,
Pere Ubu,
Hashim,
Pylon,
Kurtis Blow,
Flash Fearless,
Aswad,
R.M.O.,
Sound Behaviour,
cv313,
Max Romeo,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Kayak,
The Searchers,
The Knickerbockers,
The Standells,
Joe Smooth,
Shoche,
Don Cherry,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Letta Mbulu,
Panda Bear,
The Selecter,
The Sound,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Eric B and Rakim,
Suicide,
ABC, ABC, ABC, ABC.
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.