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 Honduras and from Delhi.
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 Salvador and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 marimba 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 Kenny Larkin to the crunk 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 Skaos. All the underground hits.
All Funky Four + One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Frankie Knuckles 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joyce Sims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harpers Bizarre,
Pulsallama,
Audionom,
T.S.O.L.,
Loose Ends,
Niagra,
The Move,
Dawn Penn,
Grandmaster Flash,
D'Angelo,
Gang Starr,
Cal Tjader,
Circle Jerks,
Letta Mbulu,
Talk Talk,
Buzzcocks,
The Zeros,
Stockholm Monsters,
Dennis Brown,
The New Christs,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sister Nancy,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Delon & Dalcan,
Make Up,
Monolake,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Dave Gahan,
Lou Christie,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Wire,
Kurtis Blow,
Visage,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Names,
Ludus,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Raincoats,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Stooges,
The Dirtbombs,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Warsaw,
Mary Jane Girls,
Model 500,
Thee Headcoats,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Vainqueur,
Ronnie Foster,
The Cure,
Pole,
Morten Harket,
EPMD,
Gang Gang Dance,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX.
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.