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 Kyrgyzstan and from Copenhagen.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 theremin 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 Larry & the Blue Notes to the punk 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 Ralphi Rosario. All the underground hits.
All Goldenarms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slackers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Silicon Teens,
Qualms,
Johnny Osbourne,
Can,
Barry Ungar,
Neil Young,
Second Layer,
The Evens,
The Star Department,
Cameo,
Metal Thangz,
Thompson Twins,
Jacques Brel,
Judy Mowatt,
Cymande,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lucky Dragons,
The Raincoats,
Joe Finger,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Johnny Clarke,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Grass Roots,
Jacob Miller,
The Kinks,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Sound,
Colin Newman,
The Martian,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
New Order,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lou Christie,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Misunderstood,
Jawbox,
One Last Wish,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Neon Judgement,
The Litter,
X-102,
Suburban Knight,
The J.B.'s,
Hashim,
Rosa Yemen,
Soft Cell,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Eddi Front,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Gang of Four,
Leonard Cohen,
Reagan Youth,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Motions,
Roy Ayers,
Hot Snakes,
CMW,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Wally Richardson,
David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod.
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.