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 Cape Verde and from Madrid.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 rhodes 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 Gang Gang Dance to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 E-Dancer. All the underground hits.
All Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aloha Tigers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heaven 17 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lakeside,
Dual Sessions,
Eddi Front,
Desert Stars,
Youth Brigade,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sonny Sharrock,
Moebius,
Matthew Halsall,
The Smiths,
Graham Central Station,
Radio Birdman,
Pantytec,
The Blues Magoos,
L. Decosne,
Stereo Dub,
Howard Jones,
X-102,
Wasted Youth,
Trumans Water,
Robert Hood,
Con Funk Shun,
The Trojans,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Angry Samoans,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Kevin Saunderson,
Guru Guru,
The Cramps,
Albert Ayler,
Audionom,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Vladislav Delay,
The Modern Lovers,
Magma,
The J.B.'s,
Bob Dylan,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Gladiators,
The Fall,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Deadbeat,
Lungfish,
World's Most,
Talk Talk,
Thee Headcoats,
John Cale,
Lightning Bolt,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Rekid,
Rosa Yemen,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Black Moon,
Brand Nubian,
Anthony Braxton,
The Monochrome Set,
Scientists,
Dorothy Ashby,
Black Flag,
The Martian,
Erasure,
Yusef Lateef,
Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren.
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.