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 Germany and from Lille.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 organ 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 Flipper to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Connie Case. All the underground hits.
All Aswad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sixth Finger record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mary Jane Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Wake,
Alphaville,
Inner City,
DNA,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sixth Finger,
Barry Ungar,
Radio Birdman,
Zapp,
Yazoo,
Pole,
Morten Harket,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
ABBA,
Subhumans,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Pulsallama,
Wire,
Delon & Dalcan,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Blackbyrds,
Basic Channel,
Bang On A Can,
Piero Umiliani,
Deadbeat,
Young Marble Giants,
Andrew Hill,
Kenny Larkin,
Hardrive,
Laurel Aitken,
Minnie Riperton,
Peter and Kerry,
Rosa Yemen,
Lee Hazlewood,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Talk Talk,
Quando Quango,
The Monks,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Moleskins,
China Crisis,
John Cale,
Adolescents,
Oblivians,
Bauhaus,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Tom Boy,
Easy Going,
The Slackers,
Liliput,
Sugar Minott,
The Gun Club,
Arcadia,
Jacob Miller,
Theoretical Girls,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lightning Bolt,
Au Pairs,
Technova,
The Offenders,
Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters.
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.