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 Iceland and from Sao Paulo.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Stiv Bators to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Deepchord. All the underground hits.
All A Certain Ratio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharoah Sanders 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terror Squad Feat. Camron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ash Ra Tempel,
Grauzone,
David Bowie,
Swell Maps,
Ituana,
The Mojo Men,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ultravox,
Henry Cow,
Bauhaus,
Los Fastidios,
Lou Christie,
Skaos,
Glambeats Corp.,
Tubeway Army,
Gil Scott Heron,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Ronan,
Letta Mbulu,
AZ,
ABC,
The Real Kids,
Eden Ahbez,
Robert Görl,
Gang Starr,
Chrome,
Patti Smith,
Goldenarms,
Reagan Youth,
Infiniti,
the Soft Cell,
Altered Images,
Spandau Ballet,
Terrestrial Tones,
Harmonia,
Godley & Creme,
Alphaville,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Detroit Cobras,
Chris & Cosey,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Donny Hathaway,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Echospace,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Y Pants,
Average White Band,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Slick Rick,
The Smoke,
The Five Americans,
Ossler,
The Index,
Moby Grape,
Loose Ends,
Brick,
James White and The Blacks,
Subhumans,
Public Enemy,
Television, Television, Television, Television.
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.