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 Romania and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Rekid to the crunk 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 Los Fastidios. All the underground hits.
All Babytalk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Black Dice record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kaleidoscope record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Electric Prunes,
Wally Richardson,
Dennis Brown,
Donald Byrd,
Suicide,
Stereo Dub,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ice-T,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bobby Hutcherson,
LL Cool J,
Amazonics,
the Association,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ponytail,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Mr. Review,
Tom Boy,
Anthony Braxton,
The Misunderstood,
Rhythm & Sound,
Cybotron,
Excepter,
Severed Heads,
Loose Ends,
Freddie Wadling,
H. Thieme,
Crime,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Dirtbombs,
Harmonia,
Aswad,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Minnie Riperton,
Moebius,
The Fugs,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Zeros,
Derrick May,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Red Krayola,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Swell Maps,
Theoretical Girls,
Flipper,
June of 44,
Eli Mardock,
Rosa Yemen,
Davy DMX,
The Mojo Men,
Dave Gahan,
Sällskapet,
Stockholm Monsters,
Nick Fraelich,
Slick Rick,
The Leaves,
Buzzcocks,
Yaz,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Harpers Bizarre,
Parry Music,
Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran.
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.