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 London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Ice-T to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Litter. All the underground hits.
All Deepchord tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Tremeloes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stiv Bators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Junior Murvin,
Mark Hollis,
Man Parrish,
Bobby Byrd,
Cheater Slicks,
EPMD,
Symarip,
The Offenders,
Interpol,
Soul Sonic Force,
Popol Vuh,
Magazine,
Pet Shop Boys,
UT,
Skarface,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Grandmaster Flash,
MC5,
Guru Guru,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Sound,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Vogues,
the Germs,
Nick Fraelich,
Angry Samoans,
Sound Behaviour,
Wire,
The Walker Brothers,
Aural Exciters,
The Leaves,
The Associates,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The American Breed,
Suicide,
The Martian,
Spoonie Gee,
Q65,
Liliput,
U.S. Maple,
The Modern Lovers,
Mad Mike,
Alice Coltrane,
Agitation Free,
Pulsallama,
Loose Ends,
Joe Finger,
Motorama,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Gladiators,
Rotary Connection,
Groovy Waters,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Wolf Eyes,
New Order,
Crooked Eye,
The Barracudas,
David Axelrod,
Roy Ayers,
John Coltrane,
Theoretical Girls,
Black Bananas,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson.
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.