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 Belgium and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 David Bowie to the funk 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 Kenny Larkin. All the underground hits.
All Gabor Szabo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every cv313 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Massinfluence record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Crash Course in Science,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
the Normal,
Symarip,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bobby Sherman,
Basic Channel,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Piero Umiliani,
Nas,
The Motions,
Heaven 17,
Mr. Review,
Q and Not U,
F. McDonald,
Eric B and Rakim,
Aswad,
Slick Rick,
Dead Boys,
Brand Nubian,
Dorothy Ashby,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Knickerbockers,
Freddie Wadling,
Marvin Gaye,
Bluetip,
The Toasters,
Dave Gahan,
Country Teasers,
Niagra,
Urselle,
Magma,
K-Klass,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lungfish,
MC5,
Grey Daturas,
The Cure,
Marc Almond,
Saccharine Trust,
The Angels of Light,
Glenn Branca,
Barrington Levy,
Wings,
Brothers Johnson,
The Martian,
Circle Jerks,
Rekid,
Pole,
Camouflage,
Kerri Chandler,
Agent Orange,
Boredoms,
Excepter,
The Smiths,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
8 Eyed Spy,
Isaac Hayes,
Organ,
Cymande,
The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds.
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.