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 Mali and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 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 Gong 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 JFA. All the underground hits.
All Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 8 Eyed Spy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Janne Schatter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
La Düsseldorf,
Joy Division,
Dave Gahan,
Royal Trux,
Marvin Gaye,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sam Rivers,
Rapeman,
Sister Nancy,
Juan Atkins,
Siglo XX,
The Cowsills,
Public Enemy,
Sparks,
The Sound,
Aloha Tigers,
Oneida,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Rites of Spring,
Davy DMX,
Vladislav Delay,
Grauzone,
Spoonie Gee,
Cymande,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Hasil Adkins,
The Fortunes,
Ken Boothe,
K-Klass,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Young Rascals,
Aaron Thompson,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Spandau Ballet,
PIL,
Dual Sessions,
This Heat,
MDC,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Monks,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Flesh Eaters,
Delon & Dalcan,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Porter Ricks,
Black Bananas,
Chrome,
Second Layer,
Blancmange,
DJ Sneak,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Absolute Body Control,
Subhumans,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Andrew Hill,
Yusef Lateef,
H. Thieme,
10cc,
The Victims,
The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies.
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.