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 Afghanistan and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the sitar 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 Kaleidoscope to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Grey Daturas. All the underground hits.
All Josef K tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tommy Roe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kenny Larkin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Standells,
Matthew Bourne,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ituana,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Eden Ahbez,
Q and Not U,
The Doors,
Porter Ricks,
Anthony Braxton,
Roger Hodgson,
Albert Ayler,
Eurythmics,
Black Sheep,
Lightning Bolt,
Harry Pussy,
Oneida,
Urselle,
Sight & Sound,
Sarah Menescal,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Colin Newman,
Crooked Eye,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Half Japanese,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Gabor Szabo,
Wings,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Zero Boys,
The Mojo Men,
The Kinks,
Camberwell Now,
Arab on Radar,
Davy DMX,
Agent Orange,
Tomorrow,
Brothers Johnson,
OOIOO,
Shuggie Otis,
Fugazi,
Suicide,
Derrick Morgan,
Jeff Mills,
Faust,
Rites of Spring,
MDC,
Underground Resistance,
The Real Kids,
Robert Wyatt,
F. McDonald,
Liliput,
The Raincoats,
Chrome,
The Beau Brummels,
The Star Department,
Hasil Adkins,
Ronan,
The Smoke,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective.
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.