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 Marshall Islands and from Bremen.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 808 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 the Association to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Glambeats Corp.. All the underground hits.
All Electric Light Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slick Rick 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grauzone,
Boredoms,
The Fall,
Pulsallama,
JFA,
The Blackbyrds,
Cheater Slicks,
Faraquet,
Todd Rundgren,
Magazine,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lou Christie,
The J.B.'s,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Wasted Youth,
Nils Olav,
Eurythmics,
Brand Nubian,
KRS-One,
AZ,
Y Pants,
Anthony Braxton,
June of 44,
In Retrospect,
Dawn Penn,
Parry Music,
The Smiths,
The Selecter,
Public Image Ltd.,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Terry Callier,
Fat Boys,
Drexciya,
The Residents,
Maurizio,
The Techniques,
Kerrie Biddell,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Joey Negro,
Hardrive,
Tom Boy,
The Red Krayola,
Sex Pistols,
Flipper,
Lindisfarne,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Cowsills,
Reuben Wilson,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Mad Mike,
Bang On A Can,
David McCallum,
Pagans,
Lightning Bolt,
The Mojo Men,
Pharoah Sanders,
Can,
Sound Behaviour,
Trumans Water,
The Litter,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
David Bowie,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud.
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.