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 Kiribati and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Gregory Isaacs to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Doors. All the underground hits.
All Sonic Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mad Mike 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Almond,
The Black Dice,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
A Certain Ratio,
MDC,
The Fire Engines,
48th St. Collective,
Eve St. Jones,
The Sound,
John Coltrane,
The Zeros,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
FM Einheit,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Organ,
Deadbeat,
Aural Exciters,
Porter Ricks,
Lee Hazlewood,
the Sonics,
Stetsasonic,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Ronnie Foster,
Arcadia,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Joy Division,
Sight & Sound,
The Skatalites,
Mr. Review,
The Associates,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Hoover,
Crispian St. Peters,
Joe Smooth,
Deakin,
Simply Red,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Moebius,
Underground Resistance,
T. Rex,
World's Most,
Skriet,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Spandau Ballet,
Ultra Naté,
Crime,
Average White Band,
Faraquet,
Cal Tjader,
Quantec,
New Order,
China Crisis,
Rekid,
Barry Ungar,
AZ,
Pulsallama,
EPMD,
The Techniques,
Josef K, Josef K, Josef K, Josef K.
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.