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 Mauritius and from Columbus.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Arab on Radar to the electroclash 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 New York Dolls. All the underground hits.
All Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slave 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 spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rosa Yemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
U.S. Maple,
Niagra,
Marshall Jefferson,
Saccharine Trust,
Boogie Down Productions,
Roxy Music,
Sight & Sound,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
DJ Style,
Popol Vuh,
Delon & Dalcan,
Eric Copeland,
Theoretical Girls,
The Searchers,
Fat Boys,
L. Decosne,
Harpers Bizarre,
Fear,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Human League,
Mark Hollis,
Eddi Front,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Joe Smooth,
Gong,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Glenn Branca,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Avey Tare,
Kenny Larkin,
Pantytec,
Danielle Patucci,
K-Klass,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bush Tetras,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Donald Byrd,
Letta Mbulu,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Quantec,
Cybotron,
Altered Images,
Bronski Beat,
Agent Orange,
Pole,
Tres Demented,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Mummies,
Connie Case,
Model 500,
the Association,
The Blackbyrds,
Barbara Tucker,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
EPMD,
The Alarm Clocks,
Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron.
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.