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 Nauru and from Madrid.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Copenhagen.
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 at the first Suicide 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 Ultra Naté to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Ultra Naté. All the underground hits.
All Ronnie Foster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faraquet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Laurel Aitken record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
L. Decosne,
The Skatalites,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sun Ra,
Pantytec,
Nas,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Franke,
Minutemen,
China Crisis,
Lucky Dragons,
Swans,
Glenn Branca,
The Slits,
Leonard Cohen,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Don Cherry,
Lyres,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ronan,
Ten City,
Pylon,
Eric Dolphy,
LL Cool J,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Gladiators,
The Barracudas,
Jacques Brel,
The Angels of Light,
Joy Division,
Dave Gahan,
Hoover,
Tears for Fears,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
the Germs,
Brick,
One Last Wish,
Prince Buster,
Siglo XX,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Absolute Body Control,
Lalann,
The Standells,
The Fugs,
MC5,
Isaac Hayes,
the Slits,
The Last Poets,
Slick Rick,
Black Flag,
Jacob Miller,
Sällskapet,
The Martian,
The Wake,
Sun City Girls,
The Music Machine,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Skaos,
Colin Newman,
JFA,
Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless.
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.