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 China and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 spring reverb 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 Underground Resistance to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Max Romeo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flipper record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Circle Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pulsallama,
Ash Ra Tempel,
UT,
Sex Pistols,
Bush Tetras,
Terrestrial Tones,
Main Source,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Knickerbockers,
Tim Buckley,
Hoover,
Flipper,
Peter & Gordon,
The Last Poets,
The Raincoats,
The Names,
The Divine Comedy,
the Swans,
Moss Icon,
Magma,
Graham Central Station,
Das Ding,
Funky Four + One,
Radiohead,
The Stooges,
Nico,
T. Rex,
Albert Ayler,
Model 500,
Eve St. Jones,
Gong,
FM Einheit,
The Moody Blues,
Pere Ubu,
Swans,
Bronski Beat,
Sun Ra,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Vogues,
Circle Jerks,
Tropical Tobacco,
Blake Baxter,
Ronnie Foster,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bootsy Collins,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Jandek,
Frankie Knuckles,
Fad Gadget,
Spandau Ballet,
Goldenarms,
The Gories,
Ultra Naté,
Rotary Connection,
Roger Hodgson,
Neu!,
Nation of Ulysses,
Audionom,
Rakim,
Cal Tjader,
Los Fastidios,
Erykah Badu,
Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment.
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.