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 Slovenia and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Tom Verlaine 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 cv313 to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Mo-Dettes. All the underground hits.
All Crash Course in Science tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June of 44 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Organ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacques Brel,
X-101,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sixth Finger,
The Happenings,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Aloha Tigers,
Ultravox,
Depeche Mode,
the Association,
Drexciya,
Infiniti,
Visage,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Names,
The Toasters,
Ice-T,
Los Fastidios,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
kango's stein massive,
Ultimate Spinach,
Nation of Ulysses,
Aaron Thompson,
The Martian,
Mars,
Jawbox,
Siglo XX,
ABBA,
The Standells,
Thompson Twins,
Throbbing Gristle,
Bauhaus,
Kurtis Blow,
Severed Heads,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bobby Sherman,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Eric B and Rakim,
FM Einheit,
Ossler,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Model 500,
Soft Cell,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The United States of America,
The Searchers,
Niagra,
Crispy Ambulance,
Byron Stingily,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Mummies,
Cymande,
Deakin,
Agitation Free,
The Fugs,
Country Teasers,
Wire,
Q and Not U,
Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans.
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.