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 Armenia and from Paris.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Lagos.
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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Ralphi Rosario to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Johnny Osbourne. All the underground hits.
All Q65 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echospace record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cabaret Voltaire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lungfish,
Johnny Clarke,
Cybotron,
DJ Sneak,
China Crisis,
Ash Ra Tempel,
FM Einheit,
This Heat,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Jesper Dahlback,
Mo-Dettes,
Scion,
Hardrive,
John Lydon,
Moebius,
Rhythm & Sound,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Monks,
The Doobie Brothers,
Matthew Halsall,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Scan 7,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Dorothy Ashby,
DNA,
Procol Harum,
Mark Hollis,
Marc Almond,
The Residents,
Television Personalities,
Wally Richardson,
Prince Buster,
Severed Heads,
Glambeats Corp.,
Hasil Adkins,
Arthur Verocai,
Cluster,
Nils Olav,
Grey Daturas,
Whodini,
Au Pairs,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Minnie Riperton,
Circle Jerks,
Dawn Penn,
Aural Exciters,
Lalann,
Kenny Larkin,
R.M.O.,
Fela Kuti,
The Index,
Das Ding,
The Fall,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Donny Hathaway,
Glenn Branca,
Henry Cow,
Organ,
The Fortunes,
The Durutti Column,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Smog,
Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green.
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.