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 Angola and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 sitar 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 Newcleus to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Blake Baxter. All the underground hits.
All The Happenings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Banda Bassotti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cheater Slicks,
Maleditus Sound,
DNA,
Negative Approach,
Jeff Mills,
Stereo Dub,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sex Pistols,
Delon & Dalcan,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Malaria!,
Henry Cow,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
New Age Steppers,
Neil Young,
Q65,
Au Pairs,
Barclay James Harvest,
cv313,
Parry Music,
Adolescents,
Saccharine Trust,
Mars,
Mary Jane Girls,
Country Teasers,
Wolf Eyes,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Misunderstood,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Skatalites,
the Swans,
Soft Cell,
Average White Band,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Zapp,
Soul II Soul,
Ossler,
The Buckinghams,
Kayak,
Bobby Byrd,
Rakim,
Crooked Eye,
KRS-One,
Ultra Naté,
Public Image Ltd.,
Shuggie Otis,
Deadbeat,
Franke,
The Invisible,
Oneida,
One Last Wish,
Big Daddy Kane,
Procol Harum,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Spoonie Gee,
Black Pus,
The Sonics,
The Detroit Cobras,
Don Cherry,
Marine Girls,
Groovy Waters,
Flash Fearless,
Royal Trux,
Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay.
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.