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 Australia and from Seoul.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 chamberlin 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 Danielle Patucci to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 This Heat. All the underground hits.
All New Age Steppers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool Moe Dee 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ludus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Parry Music,
Technova,
Television Personalities,
Wally Richardson,
Barrington Levy,
Inner City,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Jandek,
Brand Nubian,
David Bowie,
Funkadelic,
Nas,
Oblivians,
Vainqueur,
the Sonics,
Eddi Front,
Saccharine Trust,
Sonny Sharrock,
DNA,
The Saints,
Roxette,
DJ Sneak,
The American Breed,
Radiopuhelimet,
Roy Ayers,
Circle Jerks,
Fat Boys,
Malaria!,
Basic Channel,
Youth Brigade,
Mo-Dettes,
The Dead C,
Jacques Brel,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Seeds,
Pharoah Sanders,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Tom Boy,
Slick Rick,
These Immortal Souls,
Flipper,
Nik Kershaw,
The Beau Brummels,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Grass Roots,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Donny Hathaway,
Section 25,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ronan,
Fear,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lakeside,
Delon & Dalcan,
Robert Wyatt,
Los Fastidios,
Ken Boothe,
Mad Mike,
Audionom,
The Dave Clark Five,
Eric B and Rakim,
Masters at Work,
Rosa Yemen,
Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys.
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.