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 Mali and from London.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Porter Ricks to the techno 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 EPMD. All the underground hits.
All Harry Pussy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Techniques 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Essential Logic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tom Boy,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Birthday Party,
Max Romeo,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ossler,
Bad Manners,
Maurizio,
10cc,
Wings,
Heaven 17,
Nico,
Zero Boys,
Shuggie Otis,
Sex Pistols,
Popol Vuh,
Hasil Adkins,
The Litter,
The Five Americans,
Quadrant,
Easy Going,
Ponytail,
Marine Girls,
Warsaw,
Q65,
Nas,
EPMD,
Sixth Finger,
John Coltrane,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Quando Quango,
Ultravox,
Johnny Osbourne,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Desert Stars,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Techniques,
Agitation Free,
Neu!,
The Slits,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Kas Product,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
One Last Wish,
Lee Hazlewood,
This Heat,
Mr. Review,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Althea and Donna,
Goldenarms,
Yusef Lateef,
Agent Orange,
ABBA,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Fuzztones,
Gabor Szabo,
Wire, Wire, Wire, Wire.
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.