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 Ireland and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Marvin Gaye. All the underground hits.
All Notorious Big And Bone Thugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dave Clark Five 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joyce Sims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Flamin' Groovies,
Howard Jones,
Buzzcocks,
The Martian,
Camouflage,
The Fortunes,
Saccharine Trust,
James White and The Blacks,
Suicide,
Spandau Ballet,
The Moody Blues,
Barbara Tucker,
Schoolly D,
Crime,
Gang Gang Dance,
Yellowson,
The Electric Prunes,
Delta 5,
Faraquet,
Au Pairs,
Cal Tjader,
Darondo,
Wire,
Ornette Coleman,
Newcleus,
The Dirtbombs,
Marc Almond,
Fad Gadget,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Peter and Kerry,
Alison Limerick,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Nick Fraelich,
Inner City,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
CMW,
World's Most,
cv313,
Chris & Cosey,
In Retrospect,
Smog,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Essential Logic,
Pussy Galore,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Soul Sonic Force,
Dead Boys,
the Bar-Kays,
the Fania All-Stars,
David Bowie,
The Durutti Column,
The Blues Magoos,
Organ,
Johnny Clarke,
The Skatalites,
Japan,
Skarface,
Average White Band,
Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads.
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.