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 South and from Bremen.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 The Busters to the grime 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 Alphaville. All the underground hits.
All Manfred Mann's Earth Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Urselle record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül II record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronnie Foster,
Banda Bassotti,
Q and Not U,
Radiohead,
Dual Sessions,
Massinfluence,
The Stooges,
Tres Demented,
Inner City,
China Crisis,
Rhythm & Sound,
Cybotron,
The Blackbyrds,
The Beau Brummels,
Kaleidoscope,
The Cramps,
Sound Behaviour,
Don Cherry,
The Cure,
The Index,
Grauzone,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Robert Hood,
Erykah Badu,
Sparks,
Fad Gadget,
The Moleskins,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Robert Wyatt,
The Monochrome Set,
Buzzcocks,
a-ha,
Bauhaus,
Sixth Finger,
Drexciya,
Ralphi Rosario,
Gastr Del Sol,
Siglo XX,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Henry Cow,
Interpol,
Faust,
Quadrant,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Aswad,
Roger Hodgson,
The Dead C,
Maleditus Sound,
Altered Images,
James White and The Blacks,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Qualms,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Drive Like Jehu,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Tomorrow,
The Wake,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Popol Vuh,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Maurizio,
Lalann, Lalann, Lalann, Lalann.
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.