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 Uruguay and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Johannesburg.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Inner City to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 K-Klass. All the underground hits.
All Lindisfarne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sparks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neu! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slits,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Flipper,
The Offenders,
OOIOO,
Qualms,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Matthew Halsall,
Fear,
Black Moon,
Leonard Cohen,
Derrick Morgan,
Silicon Teens,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Motions,
Wolf Eyes,
Boredoms,
Bobby Byrd,
The Electric Prunes,
Royal Trux,
Audionom,
the Association,
Sonny Sharrock,
James White and The Blacks,
Panda Bear,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sparks,
EPMD,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Cramps,
Oneida,
The Gun Club,
Faraquet,
The J.B.'s,
Can,
Nils Olav,
Joe Smooth,
Arthur Verocai,
Jacob Miller,
Todd Rundgren,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Eric B and Rakim,
Terrestrial Tones,
Glenn Branca,
Girls At Our Best!,
Gichy Dan,
Roxette,
Nation of Ulysses,
Idris Muhammad,
Flash Fearless,
Tom Boy,
Terry Callier,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Siglo XX,
Ice-T,
The Modern Lovers,
The Birthday Party,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Freddie Wadling,
Crispian St. Peters,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade.
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.