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 Canada and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 snare 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 Althea and Donna to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Sixth Finger. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Hill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every PIL 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cabaret Voltaire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
FM Einheit,
Hardrive,
The Sound,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Mad Mike,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Maurizio,
New Age Steppers,
The Martian,
Marvin Gaye,
Toni Rubio,
The Saints,
Eve St. Jones,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Brand Nubian,
Country Teasers,
Byron Stingily,
The Evens,
X-Ray Spex,
the Association,
Oneida,
Avey Tare,
Motorama,
UT,
Circle Jerks,
The Litter,
Pet Shop Boys,
Monks,
Saccharine Trust,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lower 48,
Pagans,
Los Fastidios,
Newcleus,
Bobby Womack,
Don Cherry,
Faust,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
E-Dancer,
Sun Ra,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Aswad,
Nation of Ulysses,
Buzzcocks,
Thee Headcoats,
Liliput,
H. Thieme,
Easy Going,
Grauzone,
The Dirtbombs,
Black Sheep,
Basic Channel,
Henry Cow,
The Music Machine,
Public Image Ltd.,
Organ,
Scan 7,
Lou Reed,
Susan Cadogan,
OOIOO,
Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti.
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.