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 Niger and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Michael McDonald 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 Public Enemy to the punk 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 Gregory Isaacs. All the underground hits.
All The Black Dice tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Traffic Nightmare record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a U.S. Maple record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cowsills,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Misunderstood,
Chris Corsano,
The Birthday Party,
Visage,
The Residents,
the Swans,
Tears for Fears,
Bronski Beat,
Negative Approach,
Babytalk,
EPMD,
Spoonie Gee,
Tom Boy,
Boredoms,
Donald Byrd,
The Pop Group,
Kurtis Blow,
Rakim,
Ossler,
The Monks,
The Alarm Clocks,
The J.B.'s,
Nick Fraelich,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Pretty Things,
UT,
R.M.O.,
Aural Exciters,
Lyres,
David McCallum,
Fatback Band,
Anthony Braxton,
The Victims,
The Blackbyrds,
Angry Samoans,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Audionom,
Massinfluence,
Robert Hood,
the Soft Cell,
The Tremeloes,
Thee Headcoats,
Scan 7,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Television,
Tomorrow,
The Moleskins,
World's Most,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Barrington Levy,
The Grass Roots,
Cecil Taylor,
The Gun Club,
Chris & Cosey,
Sister Nancy,
The Stooges,
The Trojans,
Deepchord,
Sam Rivers,
The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps.
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.