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 Macedonia and from Beijing.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Bremen.
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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro 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 The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band to the grime 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 Louis and Bebe Barron. All the underground hits.
All E-Dancer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sister Nancy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reuben Wilson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ash Ra Tempel,
Black Pus,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
X-101,
Glenn Branca,
The Count Five,
PIL,
The New Christs,
Zero Boys,
The Move,
Stetsasonic,
Groovy Waters,
Radiopuhelimet,
Joyce Sims,
Schoolly D,
Excepter,
The Sound,
Babytalk,
Kurtis Blow,
Alison Limerick,
Delon & Dalcan,
Derrick May,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
X-Ray Spex,
Dark Day,
Pierre Henry,
The Electric Prunes,
Smog,
Skarface,
Tommy Roe,
Roxette,
Johnny Clarke,
Deadbeat,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Reuben Wilson,
Scrapy,
The Grass Roots,
Curtis Mayfield,
Black Moon,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Franke,
Eurythmics,
Ornette Coleman,
Shuggie Otis,
The Modern Lovers,
Sarah Menescal,
The Cramps,
Infiniti,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
OOIOO,
The Moody Blues,
The Trojans,
Gregory Isaacs,
Anakelly,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Erykah Badu,
The Five Americans,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths.
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.