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 Moldova and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Lyon.
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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Soul Sonic Force to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Shoche. All the underground hits.
All London Community Gospel Choir tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mo-Dettes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dorothy Ashby,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Man Eating Sloth,
Japan,
Arthur Verocai,
Robert Görl,
Hardrive,
FM Einheit,
The Neon Judgement,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sugar Minott,
Robert Hood,
Camouflage,
Cymande,
The Raincoats,
Electric Prunes,
June Days,
Curtis Mayfield,
Letta Mbulu,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Infiniti,
Nico,
Tears for Fears,
The Slackers,
Pere Ubu,
Lucky Dragons,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Litter,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sarah Menescal,
Agent Orange,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Skriet,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Althea and Donna,
Erykah Badu,
Deadbeat,
Moby Grape,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Fad Gadget,
The Victims,
Ornette Coleman,
the Slits,
Zapp,
Bad Manners,
Loose Ends,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Aaron Thompson,
The Gun Club,
The Detroit Cobras,
The J.B.'s,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Rotary Connection,
Grandmaster Flash,
Siglo XX,
The Blues Magoos,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sun City Girls,
Rhythm & Sound,
Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans.
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.