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 Dominica and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Mandrill to the techno 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 Robert Görl. All the underground hits.
All DJ Sneak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Electric Prunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eddi Front record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Alarm Clocks,
Section 25,
Ronan,
Technova,
Ituana,
Funkadelic,
Hot Snakes,
Oneida,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Echospace,
Schoolly D,
Yaz,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Jesper Dahlback,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
New York Dolls,
Absolute Body Control,
the Soft Cell,
MDC,
Supertramp,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Nico,
Lindisfarne,
Soul Sonic Force,
Cecil Taylor,
Ossler,
Loose Ends,
Max Romeo,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Whodini,
Talk Talk,
The Evens,
Peter & Gordon,
8 Eyed Spy,
Jeff Mills,
LL Cool J,
Aaron Thompson,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bad Manners,
Brick,
The Fire Engines,
Deadbeat,
Moby Grape,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bootsy Collins,
Buzzcocks,
X-102,
The Electric Prunes,
Gastr Del Sol,
Khruangbin,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Barclay James Harvest,
Aswad,
Mary Jane Girls,
Minutemen,
Rites of Spring,
Nation of Ulysses,
Black Moon,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Stiv Bators,
Deepchord,
John Foxx,
Johnny Clarke,
Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez.
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.