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 Germany and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Pierre Henry to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Scrapy. All the underground hits.
All Heavy D & The Boyz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Iggy Pop record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Bananas,
Altered Images,
Von Mondo,
Make Up,
Bad Manners,
Bobby Sherman,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Boogie Down Productions,
Swans,
Urselle,
Cybotron,
Interpol,
Alice Coltrane,
Be Bop Deluxe,
the Human League,
Terry Callier,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Au Pairs,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Echospace,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Scan 7,
Graham Central Station,
Mr. Review,
Bill Near,
Bush Tetras,
Section 25,
Sugar Minott,
Radiohead,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Alton Ellis,
Lou Christie,
Derrick Morgan,
Suburban Knight,
Nik Kershaw,
Main Source,
Fatback Band,
The Neon Judgement,
Delon & Dalcan,
Outsiders,
the Sonics,
Frankie Knuckles,
Traffic Nightmare,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Victims,
Eden Ahbez,
June Days,
Masters at Work,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Eddi Front,
Ornette Coleman,
Parry Music,
Surgeon,
The Last Poets,
Matthew Bourne,
CMW,
Half Japanese,
Niagra,
the Germs, the Germs, the Germs, the Germs.
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.