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 Macedonia and from Bremen.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Sisters of Mercy to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Wally Richardson. All the underground hits.
All Marshall Jefferson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Babytalk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Barracudas,
Boz Scaggs,
Cybotron,
Hot Snakes,
Heaven 17,
Yusef Lateef,
The Misunderstood,
Negative Approach,
The Human League,
New Age Steppers,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Pop Group,
Tom Boy,
Letta Mbulu,
Slick Rick,
Porter Ricks,
Moebius,
Cecil Taylor,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Traffic Nightmare,
Gabor Szabo,
Tubeway Army,
Gong,
Warren Ellis,
Skaos,
Robert Hood,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Underground Resistance,
Japan,
Danielle Patucci,
Parry Music,
FM Einheit,
Ultravox,
D'Angelo,
Man Eating Sloth,
MDC,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Victims,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Henry Cow,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
X-102,
Roxy Music,
Kayak,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ralphi Rosario,
June Days,
Desert Stars,
Alice Coltrane,
Chrome,
Pantaleimon,
The Litter,
DJ Sneak,
Tres Demented,
Mantronix,
Nico,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Archie Shepp,
Peter & Gordon,
Jandek,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants.
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.