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 Slovakia and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Crispy Ambulance to the rap 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 Joy Division. All the underground hits.
All Charles Mingus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thompson Twins 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Intrusion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monochrome Set,
Cameo,
Eurythmics,
The Cure,
Rotary Connection,
Michelle Simonal,
New York Dolls,
Fela Kuti,
The Techniques,
Delta 5,
Brothers Johnson,
Darondo,
Girls At Our Best!,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Man Eating Sloth,
Thompson Twins,
The Flesh Eaters,
Peter & Gordon,
Television Personalities,
Fad Gadget,
Donald Byrd,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Prince Buster,
The Pop Group,
Nation of Ulysses,
Pet Shop Boys,
Intrusion,
Motorama,
Funkadelic,
Grauzone,
Procol Harum,
Sound Behaviour,
The Moleskins,
Wasted Youth,
Scrapy,
Goldenarms,
The Modern Lovers,
Moss Icon,
Average White Band,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Negative Approach,
The Angels of Light,
Sonic Youth,
Absolute Body Control,
Drexciya,
Ossler,
Morten Harket,
Graham Central Station,
Lou Reed,
Gang Starr,
Robert Hood,
Franke,
DNA,
The Vogues,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Audionom,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Zapp,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
kango's stein massive,
Neu!,
Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B.
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.