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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Houston.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Negative Approach to the disco 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 Pet Shop Boys. All the underground hits.
All Grey Daturas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Selecter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Toasters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Machine,
Terrestrial Tones,
Warren Ellis,
Theoretical Girls,
Buzzcocks,
Glenn Branca,
The Fortunes,
The Selecter,
Jeff Mills,
Subhumans,
Gang Starr,
CMW,
Accadde A,
Arcadia,
Chris & Cosey,
The Red Krayola,
Harmonia,
Severed Heads,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Gabor Szabo,
Nation of Ulysses,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Grauzone,
The Fuzztones,
Symarip,
Peter and Kerry,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bobby Sherman,
Scion,
Lou Reed,
Kool Moe Dee,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Prince Buster,
The Moleskins,
Desert Stars,
Can,
Ohio Players,
Sparks,
Ultra Naté,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Thee Headcoats,
Metal Thangz,
The Smiths,
Ituana,
Alice Coltrane,
Silicon Teens,
Bootsy Collins,
The Moody Blues,
Anakelly,
Janne Schatter,
Maurizio,
The Pretty Things,
The Buckinghams,
X-102,
Alison Limerick,
Oblivians,
Easy Going,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Zapp, Zapp, Zapp, Zapp.
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.