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 Barbados 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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 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 Flipper to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Chris & Cosey. All the underground hits.
All Barbara Tucker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pagans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Red Krayola record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Letta Mbulu,
Loose Ends,
Donny Hathaway,
Sound Behaviour,
Warren Ellis,
Visage,
Goldenarms,
Hashim,
Grey Daturas,
Gil Scott Heron,
The American Breed,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Move,
Reuben Wilson,
Agent Orange,
The Mummies,
Grauzone,
Bauhaus,
Lakeside,
Tomorrow,
Donald Byrd,
Electric Prunes,
Patti Smith,
Little Man,
Circle Jerks,
Aloha Tigers,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Dave Gahan,
Derrick May,
Glambeats Corp.,
New Order,
Joensuu 1685,
Davy DMX,
Ken Boothe,
The Misunderstood,
New York Dolls,
Liliput,
Lou Reed,
Delta 5,
8 Eyed Spy,
Minnie Riperton,
Don Cherry,
Parry Music,
Adolescents,
The Durutti Column,
Sexual Harrassment,
The J.B.'s,
Brick,
Infiniti,
X-Ray Spex,
Camberwell Now,
The Doors,
Morten Harket,
The Vogues,
Wings,
The Trojans,
Delon & Dalcan,
Moss Icon,
Scan 7,
This Heat, This Heat, This Heat, This Heat.
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.