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 Switzerland and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Siglo XX to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 La Düsseldorf. All the underground hits.
All Kerrie Biddell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Panda Bear 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rekid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tres Demented,
Scrapy,
Ultimate Spinach,
Crooked Eye,
Agitation Free,
Gong,
FM Einheit,
Massinfluence,
Wings,
Brass Construction,
The Trojans,
Motorama,
Pantytec,
Minnie Riperton,
This Heat,
The Kinks,
Ten City,
The Smoke,
Piero Umiliani,
Moebius,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Camberwell Now,
Pagans,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ultravox,
Fat Boys,
John Lydon,
The Red Krayola,
Yusef Lateef,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lou Reed,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Mo-Dettes,
The J.B.'s,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Monks,
Man Eating Sloth,
The New Christs,
Josef K,
Alice Coltrane,
The Litter,
Rhythm & Sound,
Glambeats Corp.,
Cybotron,
The Gories,
Eddi Front,
cv313,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Con Funk Shun,
MC5,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Hashim,
E-Dancer,
Dead Boys,
the Normal,
Nick Fraelich,
DJ Style,
La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf.
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.