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 Benin and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 David Bowie 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 Tommy Roe to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Boogie Down Productions. All the underground hits.
All The Pretty Things tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Fraelich record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gichy Dan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonny Sharrock,
Joey Negro,
Fluxion,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Fela Kuti,
the Germs,
Adolescents,
The Modern Lovers,
Sandy B,
Cybotron,
Duran Duran,
PIL,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Von Mondo,
Metal Thangz,
Cheater Slicks,
Qualms,
Sam Rivers,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Leaves,
Heaven 17,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Outsiders,
Shuggie Otis,
The Flesh Eaters,
Smog,
Stetsasonic,
Echospace,
Y Pants,
Scientists,
Monks,
the Soft Cell,
Anakelly,
The Star Department,
The Walker Brothers,
MDC,
Gichy Dan,
Jeru the Damaja,
Alphaville,
Mr. Review,
Sun Ra,
T.S.O.L.,
Tears for Fears,
Visage,
Neu!,
Rod Modell,
Eve St. Jones,
John Foxx,
Subhumans,
Brick,
The Pop Group,
Theoretical Girls,
The Saints,
Michelle Simonal,
The United States of America,
Nas,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Infiniti,
Bush Tetras,
Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale.
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.