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 Ghana and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Audionom to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Cameo. All the underground hits.
All Ronan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boogie Down Productions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fat Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tom Boy,
Theoretical Girls,
Royal Trux,
The Fuzztones,
Sixth Finger,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Jeff Mills,
Duran Duran,
Organ,
the Normal,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Doors,
Second Layer,
Reuben Wilson,
Cecil Taylor,
The Motions,
Chris Corsano,
Mo-Dettes,
In Retrospect,
Rakim,
The Human League,
The New Christs,
Gong,
JFA,
Roy Ayers,
Tim Buckley,
Shoche,
Minutemen,
Arcadia,
The Count Five,
Rod Modell,
Piero Umiliani,
Bobby Byrd,
The Sisters of Mercy,
D'Angelo,
Kerri Chandler,
DNA,
Barry Ungar,
Man Parrish,
the Association,
Das Ding,
Brass Construction,
Slick Rick,
Nils Olav,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Scientists,
The Velvet Underground,
Jeru the Damaja,
Siglo XX,
Terrestrial Tones,
Circle Jerks,
T. Rex,
The Residents,
Funky Four + One,
The Cowsills,
Davy DMX,
Marvin Gaye,
The Toasters,
The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band.
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.