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 Peru and from Hong Kong.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 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 Rotary Connection to the techno 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz. All the underground hits.
All Von Mondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Modern Lovers 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythim Is Rhythim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quando Quango,
The Five Americans,
Dawn Penn,
Moebius,
Black Pus,
Whodini,
The Motions,
ABC,
Tres Demented,
The Gun Club,
Big Daddy Kane,
DNA,
Wings,
Desert Stars,
Cluster,
Rapeman,
The Human League,
Das Ding,
Dark Day,
Barrington Levy,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Jawbox,
The Techniques,
John Holt,
The Move,
the Germs,
Eddi Front,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Jacques Brel,
Soul II Soul,
The Monochrome Set,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
John Cale,
Vainqueur,
Pere Ubu,
Joe Finger,
Malaria!,
Oneida,
The Blackbyrds,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Rakim,
The Grass Roots,
Glambeats Corp.,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Evens,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
MDC,
Mars,
Arab on Radar,
Bill Wells,
Marshall Jefferson,
Mandrill,
Nas,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Schoolly D,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
the Human League,
Maleditus Sound,
Pussy Galore,
The Monks,
U.S. Maple,
Lebanon Hanover,
Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster.
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.