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 Marshall Islands and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Beasts of Bourbon to the rap 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 Pussy Galore. All the underground hits.
All Siouxsie and the Banshees tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suburban Knight record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobbi Humphrey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Bowie,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ultravox,
Ice-T,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ituana,
Hot Snakes,
The Gun Club,
The Index,
Joe Finger,
Kerri Chandler,
Danielle Patucci,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Delon & Dalcan,
Peter and Kerry,
Ornette Coleman,
Yellowson,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Nas,
the Bar-Kays,
Robert Görl,
Kevin Saunderson,
Flash Fearless,
The Moody Blues,
Lindisfarne,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Tres Demented,
Jesper Dahlback,
Duran Duran,
Bush Tetras,
Soft Machine,
Excepter,
Mission of Burma,
Scan 7,
Depeche Mode,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Marc Almond,
Guru Guru,
Rufus Thomas,
Pere Ubu,
Josef K,
Kool Moe Dee,
Das Ding,
Little Man,
Theoretical Girls,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Darondo,
The Velvet Underground,
The Slackers,
Lou Reed,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Motions,
Kayak,
The Kinks,
The Neon Judgement,
kango's stein massive,
Roxy Music,
OOIOO,
Dorothy Ashby,
Can,
Accadde A,
Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music.
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.