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 Solomon Islands and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 oboe 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 The Pop Group to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Pulsallama. All the underground hits.
All T.S.O.L. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Normal 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Index,
The Buckinghams,
World's Most,
T. Rex,
Rotary Connection,
Ossler,
Sandy B,
Lalann,
B.T. Express,
Babytalk,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
June of 44,
Visage,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Carl Craig,
Deadbeat,
Bootsy Collins,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Intrusion,
A Certain Ratio,
Peter & Gordon,
In Retrospect,
The Gladiators,
Don Cherry,
Pharoah Sanders,
Blancmange,
Outsiders,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Gichy Dan,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Drive Like Jehu,
Camberwell Now,
Dual Sessions,
Liliput,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Electric Prunes,
The Flesh Eaters,
Surgeon,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Marvin Gaye,
Heaven 17,
Harry Pussy,
Camouflage,
Black Sheep,
DNA,
Cymande,
Terry Callier,
Gabor Szabo,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lou Christie,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Evens,
The Electric Prunes,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Audionom, Audionom, Audionom, Audionom.
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.