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 Russia and from Cairo.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
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 Chris & Cosey to the techno 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 The Men They Couldn't Hang. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unrelated Segments 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Knickerbockers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Althea and Donna,
Sällskapet,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Rhythm & Sound,
Quadrant,
Henry Cow,
Reuben Wilson,
Roger Hodgson,
A Certain Ratio,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
the Germs,
Ten City,
Matthew Bourne,
The Sisters of Mercy,
China Crisis,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Little Man,
Kerri Chandler,
the Association,
Joensuu 1685,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Mantronix,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Searchers,
Tim Buckley,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Tears for Fears,
Bobby Womack,
New Age Steppers,
DJ Style,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Outsiders,
Mission of Burma,
The Monks,
Ituana,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Slits,
The Durutti Column,
The Velvet Underground,
Man Eating Sloth,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bang On A Can,
Drive Like Jehu,
Slick Rick,
Rod Modell,
Black Pus,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Gil Scott Heron,
Make Up,
The Neon Judgement,
This Heat,
The Fall,
Schoolly D,
In Retrospect,
Slave,
Mo-Dettes,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Moleskins,
Absolute Body Control,
Harpers Bizarre,
Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore.
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.