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 Macedonia and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 synthesizer 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 cv313. All the underground hits.
All Blancmange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Theoretical Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moebius,
Spandau Ballet,
H. Thieme,
Thee Headcoats,
The Moody Blues,
The Gun Club,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Intrusion,
Alison Limerick,
Sällskapet,
Dorothy Ashby,
Jeff Mills,
Popol Vuh,
Clear Light,
The Slits,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Todd Terry,
Johnny Clarke,
The Doobie Brothers,
Marvin Gaye,
Crispian St. Peters,
Funkadelic,
Agent Orange,
a-ha,
Sound Behaviour,
Brand Nubian,
Crooked Eye,
Johnny Osbourne,
Nico,
D'Angelo,
Slick Rick,
Robert Wyatt,
Average White Band,
Scientists,
Soul Sonic Force,
Grandmaster Flash,
Underground Resistance,
Barbara Tucker,
The Victims,
DJ Sneak,
the Swans,
Rites of Spring,
Quantec,
Simply Red,
Gastr Del Sol,
Michelle Simonal,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
John Coltrane,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Panda Bear,
The Barracudas,
the Sonics,
Das Ding,
Ludus,
Man Parrish,
Howard Jones,
Radio Birdman,
The Pretty Things,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Make Up, Make Up, Make Up, Make Up.
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.