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 Macedonia and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Portland.
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 arpeggiator 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 Amazonics to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Drexciya. All the underground hits.
All The Skatalites tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx 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 chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Metal Thangz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sound Behaviour,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Model 500,
Tears for Fears,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Kas Product,
Gichy Dan,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Moebius,
Aswad,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Janne Schatter,
Massinfluence,
The Motions,
Reuben Wilson,
Eve St. Jones,
Nirvana,
PIL,
Jacob Miller,
Soul II Soul,
Sun Ra,
Kayak,
Iggy Pop,
Can,
Danielle Patucci,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
John Holt,
Nico,
Dennis Brown,
Livin' Joy,
The Offenders,
DJ Sneak,
Fugazi,
Harry Pussy,
Easy Going,
Soul Sonic Force,
Johnny Clarke,
Hardrive,
Zero Boys,
The Blues Magoos,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
R.M.O.,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
David Axelrod,
Technova,
Man Parrish,
Ultimate Spinach,
Skaos,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
the Fania All-Stars,
10cc,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
H. Thieme,
Carl Craig,
The Tremeloes,
Quantec,
Television Personalities,
Lakeside,
Warren Ellis,
New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls.
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.