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 Antigua and from Bremen.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 harpsichord 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon to the grime 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 Selector Dub Narcotic. All the underground hits.
All Freddie Wadling tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every La Düsseldorf record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Schoolly D,
Scion,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Lindisfarne,
Blancmange,
The Gun Club,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Infiniti,
Y Pants,
Mantronix,
Idris Muhammad,
Judy Mowatt,
The Flesh Eaters,
Public Image Ltd.,
Pole,
Amazonics,
David McCallum,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Electric Prunes,
Cybotron,
Joey Negro,
Buzzcocks,
Roxette,
Dawn Penn,
Freddie Wadling,
China Crisis,
Japan,
Anthony Braxton,
Donny Hathaway,
Zapp,
Ornette Coleman,
Wasted Youth,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Fugazi,
Ice-T,
Gichy Dan,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
DJ Style,
Faust,
B.T. Express,
Gil Scott Heron,
Tres Demented,
Pulsallama,
Siglo XX,
Organ,
Niagra,
The Real Kids,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Symarip,
Bobby Sherman,
Fela Kuti,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sister Nancy,
Guru Guru,
The Shadows of Knight,
the Fania All-Stars,
Soul II Soul,
Tim Buckley,
Darondo,
Reagan Youth,
The Doors,
The Index, The Index, The Index, The Index.
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.