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 Tuvalu and from Houston.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 oboe 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 Monks 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 Neu!. All the underground hits.
All Section 25 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Shadows of Knight 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 guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Black Dice record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bauhaus,
Roxette,
Slave,
10cc,
Negative Approach,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Stetsasonic,
Pole,
The Techniques,
Sound Behaviour,
Saccharine Trust,
Bush Tetras,
Liliput,
Flash Fearless,
Dead Boys,
Loose Ends,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Amon Düül,
Susan Cadogan,
Crime,
Infiniti,
David Bowie,
The Index,
Pussy Galore,
Banda Bassotti,
Arthur Verocai,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Groovy Waters,
Trumans Water,
Morten Harket,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
These Immortal Souls,
Brothers Johnson,
The Wake,
Boogie Down Productions,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Von Mondo,
The Toasters,
The Names,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Gap Band,
Moss Icon,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Slackers,
Babytalk,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Icehouse,
Ultra Naté,
Prince Buster,
Section 25,
OOIOO,
Unwound,
the Germs,
Gabor Szabo,
Kas Product,
Country Teasers,
The Move,
Marshall Jefferson,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
EPMD,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu.
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.