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 Dominica and from Toronto.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Cabaret Voltaire to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Ornette Coleman. All the underground hits.
All The Men They Couldn't Hang tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mission of Burma 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Organ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ludus,
Banda Bassotti,
Metal Thangz,
Kas Product,
Main Source,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Saints,
The Five Americans,
Rakim,
Traffic Nightmare,
Second Layer,
Rapeman,
Man Parrish,
Cluster,
Amon Düül II,
Ultimate Spinach,
Nils Olav,
Tropical Tobacco,
Toni Rubio,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
8 Eyed Spy,
Khruangbin,
The Mighty Diamonds,
June of 44,
Josef K,
Public Enemy,
Aural Exciters,
The Birthday Party,
Ultra Naté,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Visage,
The Alarm Clocks,
Joey Negro,
The Zeros,
Adolescents,
Skriet,
OOIOO,
The Fall,
Bootsy Collins,
Outsiders,
R.M.O.,
Arcadia,
The Doobie Brothers,
Minnie Riperton,
Henry Cow,
Sound Behaviour,
Carl Craig,
Arthur Verocai,
These Immortal Souls,
Roger Hodgson,
Stereo Dub,
Technova,
The Kinks,
Sandy B,
Soulsonic Force,
Japan,
Television Personalities,
Lakeside,
Matthew Halsall,
The Sound,
Ituana,
Popol Vuh,
CMW,
Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen.
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.