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 New Zealand and from Taipei.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 linndrum 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 Pagans to the dance 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 Pierre Henry. All the underground hits.
All Gastr Del Sol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stiv Bators record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Normal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb 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 Royal Family And The Poor,
Can,
Clear Light,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
FM Einheit,
Arcadia,
Basic Channel,
Connie Case,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lower 48,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Schoolly D,
Pantaleimon,
Faust,
Avey Tare,
X-Ray Spex,
Minny Pops,
Masters at Work,
Reuben Wilson,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Flamin' Groovies,
Das Ding,
Camouflage,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
John Cale,
Minutemen,
Flash Fearless,
Scrapy,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Slits,
The Birthday Party,
Public Image Ltd.,
Lebanon Hanover,
PIL,
Iggy Pop,
Visage,
Dual Sessions,
Wasted Youth,
Massinfluence,
Pet Shop Boys,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Minor Threat,
Michelle Simonal,
Vladislav Delay,
a-ha,
Adolescents,
Bobby Byrd,
The Detroit Cobras,
Easy Going,
the Human League,
The Seeds,
Sex Pistols,
Maurizio,
Arthur Verocai,
Silicon Teens,
Tom Boy,
Lalann,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ultra Naté,
The Durutti Column,
Neu!, Neu!, Neu!, Neu!.
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.