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 Nepal and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Tokyo.
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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Eden Ahbez to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Carl Craig. All the underground hits.
All Duran Duran tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Vogues record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Rundgren record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Ludus,
Bauhaus,
Mark Hollis,
Tom Boy,
Ten City,
Dawn Penn,
Ituana,
Black Flag,
The Dirtbombs,
Scrapy,
The Monochrome Set,
Joy Division,
The J.B.'s,
Ralphi Rosario,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Blackbyrds,
The Fugs,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Boredoms,
The Misunderstood,
The Fortunes,
Funkadelic,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Reagan Youth,
Tears for Fears,
Adolescents,
K-Klass,
Jerry's Kids,
Jeru the Damaja,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Carl Craig,
Ultravox,
Bush Tetras,
Fluxion,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Make Up,
The Real Kids,
The Durutti Column,
Soulsonic Force,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Stooges,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Pantytec,
Slave,
Eric Dolphy,
John Holt,
Harry Pussy,
Magma,
The Vogues,
Aaron Thompson,
Moby Grape,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lou Reed,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Youth Brigade,
Rosa Yemen,
Dave Gahan,
La Düsseldorf,
The Black Dice,
Heaven 17,
Nils Olav,
Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott.
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.