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 Tuvalu and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Jesper Dahlbäck to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Gladiators. All the underground hits.
All The Fuzztones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry Gold Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Los Fastidios record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neu!,
Brothers Johnson,
The Motions,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Jesper Dahlback,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Robert Görl,
Sparks,
Pulsallama,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
World's Most,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Jawbox,
Bauhaus,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Vainqueur,
Blossom Toes,
The Star Department,
Shuggie Otis,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Wire,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Deadbeat,
Gil Scott Heron,
Jerry Gold Smith,
David Axelrod,
Pantaleimon,
The Doobie Brothers,
Ralphi Rosario,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Minny Pops,
X-102,
Stereo Dub,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Amon Düül,
Joe Finger,
Deakin,
Ash Ra Tempel,
CMW,
Subhumans,
Symarip,
Derrick Morgan,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Fall,
Inner City,
Delon & Dalcan,
Cheater Slicks,
The Slits,
Nils Olav,
Dawn Penn,
OOIOO,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Kaleidoscope,
Au Pairs,
Camberwell Now,
Yellowson,
The Golliwogs,
Yusef Lateef,
Oneida,
Pole,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines.
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.