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 Croatia and from Tehran.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 oboe 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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Albert Ayler. All the underground hits.
All 8 Eyed Spy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hot Snakes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DNA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Curtis Mayfield,
Boz Scaggs,
John Foxx,
Iggy Pop,
FM Einheit,
Guru Guru,
Black Flag,
Tubeway Army,
Avey Tare,
Gong,
Derrick Morgan,
Index,
Throbbing Gristle,
June Days,
The Evens,
Camouflage,
Panda Bear,
X-Ray Spex,
Hardrive,
Crooked Eye,
Terry Callier,
Eve St. Jones,
Minny Pops,
Silicon Teens,
Thompson Twins,
Pylon,
Bill Wells,
Subhumans,
Easy Going,
This Heat,
Nils Olav,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Little Man,
Spoonie Gee,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Gang Green,
June of 44,
The Sound,
Man Eating Sloth,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Mojo Men,
The Offenders,
Blossom Toes,
Alison Limerick,
Dorothy Ashby,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Unrelated Segments,
Q65,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Joe Smooth,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Junior Murvin,
The Standells,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Move,
Matthew Bourne,
John Holt,
The Beau Brummels,
DNA,
F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald.
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.