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 Moldova and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Shanghai.
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 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 David Bowie 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 DJ Style to the rock 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 EPMD. All the underground hits.
All Iggy Pop tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Richard Hell and the Voidoids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Josef K,
Yusef Lateef,
Oneida,
Sparks,
Amon Düül,
Faust,
Altered Images,
Erykah Badu,
The Durutti Column,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
the Swans,
June of 44,
Babytalk,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Doors,
Monks,
Kerri Chandler,
Rapeman,
The Toasters,
Shuggie Otis,
Lee Hazlewood,
Erasure,
The Tremeloes,
Derrick May,
Tropical Tobacco,
Donny Hathaway,
The Cramps,
The Walker Brothers,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Camberwell Now,
Von Mondo,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Roxy Music,
Rufus Thomas,
Skaos,
Depeche Mode,
Visage,
Quando Quango,
Michelle Simonal,
The Buckinghams,
Slave,
James White and The Blacks,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Toni Rubio,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Black Pus,
Cecil Taylor,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Gang Green,
Vladislav Delay,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Pretty Things,
Crime,
Mo-Dettes,
Blossom Toes,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Average White Band,
Tim Buckley,
R.M.O.,
The Grass Roots,
Sight & Sound,
Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke.
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.