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 Oman and from Manila.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 marimba 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 Drexciya to the grunge 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 The Walker Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vaughan Mason & Crew 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minutemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Cell,
Dorothy Ashby,
Barbara Tucker,
Scientists,
The Monks,
John Foxx,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
La Düsseldorf,
D'Angelo,
The Happenings,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Wally Richardson,
Young Marble Giants,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Curtis Mayfield,
Connie Case,
Agent Orange,
Television,
The Skatalites,
Hashim,
Basic Channel,
Essential Logic,
The Doors,
Blancmange,
Roxy Music,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Young Rascals,
Mr. Review,
Camouflage,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Associates,
Zero Boys,
Michelle Simonal,
June Days,
Animal Collective,
Index,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Man Parrish,
Nick Fraelich,
10cc,
Metal Thangz,
Suicide,
The Buckinghams,
Camberwell Now,
Harpers Bizarre,
Angry Samoans,
Gastr Del Sol,
Davy DMX,
World's Most,
Minnie Riperton,
Idris Muhammad,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Simply Red,
Scion,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Maleditus Sound,
Aloha Tigers,
Supertramp,
Fugazi,
Black Pus,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam.
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.