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 Nauru and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Monks to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Cosmic Jokers. All the underground hits.
All Arthur Verocai tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Motions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Clarke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Little Man,
Eurythmics,
Sun Ra,
Oneida,
Eden Ahbez,
Alphaville,
Make Up,
Siglo XX,
Ossler,
Marc Almond,
Panda Bear,
Maleditus Sound,
The Durutti Column,
Ice-T,
Deepchord,
Crime,
Desert Stars,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Pet Shop Boys,
Prince Buster,
Man Parrish,
The Misunderstood,
Barrington Levy,
Flipper,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sun City Girls,
Buzzcocks,
Hot Snakes,
Rod Modell,
Agitation Free,
Ultimate Spinach,
Index,
DJ Style,
Japan,
Alison Limerick,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Fatback Band,
The Raincoats,
The Modern Lovers,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Grauzone,
Bluetip,
Depeche Mode,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Bobby Womack,
Groovy Waters,
Iggy Pop,
Anthony Braxton,
Black Bananas,
Mars,
Hasil Adkins,
Kurtis Blow,
H. Thieme,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Index,
Stockholm Monsters,
Angry Samoans,
DNA,
Dave Gahan,
Sam Rivers,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band.
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.