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 Nigeria and from Tehran.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 David Bowie 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 Eli Mardock to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Vaughan Mason & Crew. All the underground hits.
All Darondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monolake record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brass Construction record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Niagra,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Alphaville,
Accadde A,
The Moleskins,
Neu!,
Tommy Roe,
Erasure,
Sister Nancy,
Charles Mingus,
Babytalk,
Pole,
Los Fastidios,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
June Days,
The Cosmic Jokers,
La Düsseldorf,
Smog,
Wings,
Roxy Music,
Joensuu 1685,
The Black Dice,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Tubeway Army,
Dark Day,
Buzzcocks,
kango's stein massive,
Thee Headcoats,
Japan,
Lungfish,
Bob Dylan,
The Gories,
Terrestrial Tones,
Connie Case,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Delon & Dalcan,
Massinfluence,
The Blackbyrds,
Robert Hood,
Crime,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
LL Cool J,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Victims,
Scion,
Yaz,
The American Breed,
Symarip,
This Heat,
Rakim,
Yazoo,
Lee Hazlewood,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
the Association,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Velvet Underground,
Matthew Halsall,
Clear Light,
Porter Ricks,
L. Decosne,
The Flesh Eaters,
Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland.
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.