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 Lebanon and from Salvador.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin 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 Bang on a Can All-Stars to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 New Christs. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül II tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nation of Ulysses record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Babytalk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Axelrod,
Bauhaus,
Boogie Down Productions,
T. Rex,
Jeru the Damaja,
Stiv Bators,
Radio Birdman,
Nils Olav,
Kas Product,
Matthew Bourne,
the Slits,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Slits,
Drive Like Jehu,
Black Sheep,
Aaron Thompson,
The Busters,
Mr. Review,
The Misunderstood,
Andrew Hill,
Davy DMX,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Cure,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Moleskins,
Carl Craig,
Lightning Bolt,
Gastr Del Sol,
Main Source,
Morten Harket,
Mo-Dettes,
The Gladiators,
The Martian,
The Wake,
Groovy Waters,
Scan 7,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ossler,
Supertramp,
Bootsy Collins,
Joe Smooth,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Electric Prunes,
Model 500,
Harmonia,
Ice-T,
Kenny Larkin,
The Happenings,
Chris Corsano,
Franke,
La Düsseldorf,
The Slackers,
Judy Mowatt,
Neu!,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Con Funk Shun,
Warren Ellis,
Joyce Sims,
Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps.
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.