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 Korea North and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Skarface to the techno 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 Negative Approach. All the underground hits.
All H. Thieme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every World's Most record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Flesh Eaters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Davy DMX,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Japan,
Tears for Fears,
Soft Cell,
The Names,
Gichy Dan,
LL Cool J,
David Bowie,
Rites of Spring,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Buckinghams,
Crispian St. Peters,
In Retrospect,
Drive Like Jehu,
Kayak,
Marc Almond,
Bronski Beat,
a-ha,
Hoover,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Patti Smith,
New York Dolls,
The Barracudas,
U.S. Maple,
The United States of America,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
kango's stein massive,
Mission of Burma,
The Beau Brummels,
The Modern Lovers,
Junior Murvin,
Alton Ellis,
Godley & Creme,
Dead Boys,
A Certain Ratio,
New Order,
The Human League,
The Velvet Underground,
Fugazi,
New Age Steppers,
This Heat,
Bob Dylan,
Barclay James Harvest,
Electric Prunes,
Josef K,
Ohio Players,
The Vogues,
The Residents,
John Foxx,
Mandrill,
Amon Düül,
Khruangbin,
Saccharine Trust,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Tres Demented,
Big Daddy Kane,
Zero Boys,
The Gap Band,
Eric Copeland,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Prince Buster,
Technova, Technova, Technova, Technova.
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.