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 Laos and from Milan.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 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 The Electric Prunes to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Chrome. All the underground hits.
All John Holt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Neon Judgement record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Michelle Simonal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro 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 Offenders,
Magma,
Peter and Kerry,
Intrusion,
Scientists,
Michelle Simonal,
Vladislav Delay,
Kevin Saunderson,
Swell Maps,
Donny Hathaway,
Fat Boys,
The Move,
Motorama,
Boogie Down Productions,
Zero Boys,
the Slits,
Little Man,
Sun City Girls,
Stockholm Monsters,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Rapeman,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Soulsonic Force,
Roxette,
Shoche,
Flash Fearless,
Mark Hollis,
Adolescents,
Mars,
Duran Duran,
Absolute Body Control,
The Gories,
L. Decosne,
The Birthday Party,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Slackers,
B.T. Express,
Amazonics,
The Fortunes,
Frankie Knuckles,
One Last Wish,
Procol Harum,
The Dead C,
Hashim,
Man Eating Sloth,
Radiohead,
Harmonia,
Grauzone,
Von Mondo,
Eric Dolphy,
Essential Logic,
Nils Olav,
Hoover,
Rakim,
Severed Heads,
James White and The Blacks,
T. Rex,
Ponytail,
Letta Mbulu,
Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar.
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.