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 Palau and from Edmonton.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Newcleus to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Radio Birdman. All the underground hits.
All Curtis Mayfield tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fire Engines 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 organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Sheep,
Crime,
Public Image Ltd.,
Rotary Connection,
Jeru the Damaja,
Essential Logic,
the Human League,
Eddi Front,
The New Christs,
Outsiders,
PIL,
Prince Buster,
Deakin,
Bootsy Collins,
Qualms,
Matthew Halsall,
The Black Dice,
These Immortal Souls,
Rites of Spring,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Gang Gang Dance,
Joe Smooth,
The Star Department,
Ponytail,
Nils Olav,
The Cramps,
Connie Case,
The Divine Comedy,
Lungfish,
Index,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Motorama,
The Gap Band,
Joey Negro,
The Count Five,
Sällskapet,
The Motions,
Barry Ungar,
the Swans,
Audionom,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Thompson Twins,
Public Enemy,
Scientists,
The Zeros,
Gabor Szabo,
Warsaw,
Terry Callier,
Groovy Waters,
Talk Talk,
Nirvana,
John Holt,
The Blackbyrds,
The Gladiators,
Vladislav Delay,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Bad Manners,
Popol Vuh,
Joensuu 1685,
Harry Pussy,
Echospace,
Grandmaster Flash,
Spandau Ballet,
Alison Limerick,
Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis.
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.