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 Tonga and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Trumans Water to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Throbbing Gristle. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers Ubiquity record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Selecter,
World's Most,
Joyce Sims,
The United States of America,
Blancmange,
Eric B and Rakim,
Colin Newman,
Pylon,
Piero Umiliani,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
These Immortal Souls,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Intrusion,
China Crisis,
Crash Course in Science,
Faraquet,
Danielle Patucci,
The Five Americans,
Adolescents,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Siglo XX,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Sound,
Chris & Cosey,
Fad Gadget,
Gabor Szabo,
Nik Kershaw,
Ice-T,
Newcleus,
Bobby Sherman,
Tim Buckley,
Absolute Body Control,
Tubeway Army,
Goldenarms,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Harpers Bizarre,
Aswad,
Barry Ungar,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bobby Byrd,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Young Rascals,
Brand Nubian,
Hoover,
Flamin' Groovies,
DJ Style,
Rod Modell,
Eden Ahbez,
Essential Logic,
Niagra,
The Grass Roots,
Q and Not U,
John Lydon,
Cheater Slicks,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Ohio Players,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lindisfarne,
Infiniti,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band.
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.