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 Norway and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Donald Fagen 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 Wolf Eyes to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Depeche Mode. All the underground hits.
All The Sisters of Mercy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Goldenarms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Last Poets record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Adolescents,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Deepchord,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Make Up,
Eric Dolphy,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Technova,
The Martian,
Scientists,
LL Cool J,
Zapp,
Rufus Thomas,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Raincoats,
The Alarm Clocks,
CMW,
Marine Girls,
F. McDonald,
Sugar Minott,
Spoonie Gee,
Johnny Clarke,
Essential Logic,
Franke,
The Gladiators,
Oblivians,
Japan,
Bush Tetras,
The Birthday Party,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Gang Green,
Lindisfarne,
The Busters,
Pet Shop Boys,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Al Stewart,
Faust,
Porter Ricks,
The Seeds,
DNA,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Radiopuhelimet,
David McCallum,
The Count Five,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Standells,
Popol Vuh,
Eddi Front,
Swans,
Amon Düül II,
the Normal,
One Last Wish,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sunsets and Hearts,
This Heat,
Cheater Slicks,
Jacques Brel,
Young Marble Giants,
Faraquet,
Crooked Eye,
H. Thieme,
Barry Ungar,
Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl.
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.