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 Jamaica and from Taipei.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 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 Amon Düül II to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Mighty Diamonds. All the underground hits.
All Suburban Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every PIL 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultra Naté record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Dolphy,
The Cowsills,
Blancmange,
The Music Machine,
Ohio Players,
Maleditus Sound,
ABBA,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Duran Duran,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Quantec,
Masters at Work,
Alton Ellis,
The Count Five,
Rosa Yemen,
Man Eating Sloth,
Average White Band,
Hardrive,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Happenings,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Mojo Men,
Cybotron,
The Fire Engines,
Oneida,
The Vogues,
Bill Wells,
Stiv Bators,
Janne Schatter,
Ossler,
Kerri Chandler,
Godley & Creme,
Barbara Tucker,
Minnie Riperton,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Birthday Party,
The Doobie Brothers,
Joy Division,
Joensuu 1685,
Procol Harum,
Grandmaster Flash,
Roger Hodgson,
Deepchord,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Intrusion,
The Fuzztones,
Unwound,
Dead Boys,
Khruangbin,
Young Marble Giants,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Jeff Lynne,
Amazonics,
Black Sheep,
Ice-T,
Sam Rivers,
Patti Smith,
Electric Prunes,
Royal Trux,
The Divine Comedy,
Matthew Halsall,
Dawn Penn,
Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor.
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.