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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Black Pus to the jazz 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 Jacob Miller. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young & Crazy Horse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The J.B.'s 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 clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Morten Harket record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Country Teasers,
Bill Near,
The Vogues,
Deadbeat,
Camberwell Now,
Theoretical Girls,
Visage,
These Immortal Souls,
Marine Girls,
The Slits,
Dead Boys,
Roxette,
Aaron Thompson,
The Fortunes,
Al Stewart,
Neil Young,
Make Up,
The Stooges,
Pantaleimon,
Los Fastidios,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Invisible,
Godley & Creme,
Basic Channel,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Mission of Burma,
Wings,
Drexciya,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Moleskins,
The Smoke,
Aural Exciters,
The Remains,
Groovy Waters,
Curtis Mayfield,
Adolescents,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Max Romeo,
The Martian,
Japan,
Intrusion,
Joyce Sims,
Altered Images,
Anakelly,
kango's stein massive,
Spoonie Gee,
The Red Krayola,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Whodini,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Chris Corsano,
Sarah Menescal,
Interpol,
X-102,
Glenn Branca,
Main Source,
Steve Hackett,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Minutemen,
The Monochrome Set,
Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants.
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.