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 Micronesia and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Marc Almond to the rap 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 Kool Moe Dee. All the underground hits.
All Larry & the Blue Notes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every U.S. Maple 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echospace record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cluster,
Black Sheep,
Stereo Dub,
Avey Tare,
Jimmy McGriff,
Slave,
Easy Going,
Wire,
Wolf Eyes,
The Skatalites,
Aaron Thompson,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Saints,
Swans,
Sly & The Family Stone,
ABC,
Newcleus,
Interpol,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Jacques Brel,
H. Thieme,
Lakeside,
Heaven 17,
Robert Hood,
Pantytec,
Roxy Music,
Television,
Grey Daturas,
Bronski Beat,
Jeff Mills,
Half Japanese,
Grandmaster Flash,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sixth Finger,
The Litter,
Lou Reed,
Joyce Sims,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Moody Blues,
Au Pairs,
the Fania All-Stars,
Cheater Slicks,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Sound,
Tomorrow,
Mo-Dettes,
Lindisfarne,
Man Parrish,
The New Christs,
Fluxion,
The Sonics,
Jesper Dahlback,
Cameo,
the Normal,
Country Teasers,
Minutemen,
The Electric Prunes,
The Neon Judgement,
Scion,
The Last Poets,
The Slits,
Hashim, Hashim, Hashim, Hashim.
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.