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 Syria and from Taipei.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Ten City to the funk 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 The Fuzztones. All the underground hits.
All The Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smiths 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 clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Frankie Knuckles record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cameo,
Warren Ellis,
The Mummies,
the Swans,
Gong,
Man Parrish,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sex Pistols,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Bobby Womack,
Banda Bassotti,
The Tremeloes,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Heaven 17,
Whodini,
Sun Ra,
Hoover,
Ten City,
Ralphi Rosario,
Kurtis Blow,
48th St. Collective,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Subhumans,
The Buckinghams,
Danielle Patucci,
Jeff Lynne,
Mo-Dettes,
Gastr Del Sol,
Dead Boys,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Divine Comedy,
The Standells,
Shoche,
The Gun Club,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Tears for Fears,
The Sonics,
Gang Starr,
Metal Thangz,
John Holt,
Pet Shop Boys,
Maurizio,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Motions,
The Residents,
Adolescents,
Mad Mike,
Fatback Band,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Simply Red,
X-101,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ohio Players,
Johnny Osbourne,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Franke,
Duran Duran,
Soulsonic Force,
Maleditus Sound,
Matthew Bourne,
Reagan Youth,
Talk Talk,
Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring.
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.