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 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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 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 KRS-One to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 John Holt. All the underground hits.
All Magma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Bananas 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 Excepter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Green,
Neil Young,
World's Most,
Grandmaster Flash,
Howard Jones,
The Barracudas,
The Kinks,
Bluetip,
Radiopuhelimet,
Qualms,
Amazonics,
Nico,
Kenny Larkin,
Excepter,
Grey Daturas,
Spandau Ballet,
Niagra,
Throbbing Gristle,
Hot Snakes,
Wolf Eyes,
Infiniti,
Roy Ayers,
The Flesh Eaters,
Suicide,
The Moody Blues,
Crispy Ambulance,
Dead Boys,
The Blackbyrds,
Sun City Girls,
The Real Kids,
Dave Gahan,
Sex Pistols,
Con Funk Shun,
Bobby Womack,
Cal Tjader,
The Techniques,
John Holt,
Girls At Our Best!,
David McCallum,
Matthew Halsall,
Johnny Clarke,
Hasil Adkins,
Radiohead,
Inner City,
Donny Hathaway,
The Vogues,
Loose Ends,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Five Americans,
Vainqueur,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Pierre Henry,
The Zeros,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Pretty Things,
Shoche,
The Cramps,
Pole,
Crash Course in Science,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Aaron Thompson,
Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions.
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.