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 Guyana 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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Portland.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron 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 the Sonics to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 John Holt. All the underground hits.
All Lebanon Hanover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vaughan Mason & Crew record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a EPMD record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tom Boy,
The Velvet Underground,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Tubeway Army,
Jawbox,
Tomorrow,
UT,
Radiohead,
Barry Ungar,
Byron Stingily,
Amon Düül,
Banda Bassotti,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Cluster,
Fat Boys,
Barrington Levy,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Lindisfarne,
Angry Samoans,
Scientists,
Morten Harket,
Oblivians,
The New Christs,
Glenn Branca,
The Evens,
MC5,
The Associates,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bobby Byrd,
China Crisis,
The Count Five,
Marshall Jefferson,
Arab on Radar,
Skarface,
the Germs,
Lakeside,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Crooked Eye,
Flipper,
Negative Approach,
Electric Prunes,
Pet Shop Boys,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Unrelated Segments,
Intrusion,
Connie Case,
The Moody Blues,
X-Ray Spex,
Eden Ahbez,
Scratch Acid,
Faraquet,
This Heat,
The Fall,
The Vogues,
New York Dolls,
Sex Pistols,
The Durutti Column,
Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance.
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.