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 Somalia and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Lou Reed & Metallica to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Ludus. All the underground hits.
All Nik Kershaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Hood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wolf Eyes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marshall Jefferson,
Todd Terry,
Flipper,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Danielle Patucci,
Negative Approach,
Y Pants,
Boogie Down Productions,
JFA,
Crispian St. Peters,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Aswad,
Flash Fearless,
Scan 7,
OOIOO,
Derrick Morgan,
Barrington Levy,
L. Decosne,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Visage,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Johnny Clarke,
Soft Machine,
Lindisfarne,
Andrew Hill,
Grey Daturas,
Ronan,
Simply Red,
Pantaleimon,
Tomorrow,
The Angels of Light,
The Cure,
EPMD,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bad Manners,
The Moody Blues,
Nils Olav,
Kurtis Blow,
Radio Birdman,
Von Mondo,
New York Dolls,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
James White and The Blacks,
MDC,
Henry Cow,
Lou Reed,
Japan,
Angry Samoans,
the Normal,
Barclay James Harvest,
Oneida,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Darondo,
John Holt,
Main Source,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Remains,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Real Kids,
Bobby Hutcherson,
the Germs, the Germs, the Germs, the Germs.
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.