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 Colombia and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Adolescents to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Joey Negro. All the underground hits.
All Moss Icon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Charles Mingus 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mantronix record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dead Boys,
The Fall,
Scrapy,
Crispian St. Peters,
Skaos,
Second Layer,
Eric Copeland,
Country Teasers,
A Certain Ratio,
Surgeon,
Siglo XX,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
48th St. Collective,
Eric Dolphy,
Deepchord,
Bluetip,
Robert Görl,
Reagan Youth,
Wire,
Alphaville,
Robert Wyatt,
The Mojo Men,
Donald Byrd,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Buckinghams,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
X-102,
Boogie Down Productions,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Human League,
Rufus Thomas,
The Residents,
Soft Machine,
Aloha Tigers,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Detroit Cobras,
Godley & Creme,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Gerry Rafferty,
Interpol,
John Lydon,
Cameo,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Dark Day,
Crash Course in Science,
Main Source,
Clear Light,
Wolf Eyes,
Fear,
The Modern Lovers,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Thee Headcoats,
Terry Callier,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Patti Smith,
Vainqueur,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day.
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.