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 Sudan and from Tokyo.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the güiro 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 Pantytec to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All The Young Rascals tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Saccharine Trust 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DJ Style record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Prince Buster,
Cluster,
The Residents,
U.S. Maple,
Negative Approach,
CMW,
Funkadelic,
Ossler,
Pussy Galore,
Magma,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lower 48,
The Victims,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Dead Boys,
Black Sheep,
Traffic Nightmare,
the Association,
Wings,
Brass Construction,
Pantytec,
Agent Orange,
New Age Steppers,
Grauzone,
Babytalk,
The Smiths,
The Neon Judgement,
Laurel Aitken,
Los Fastidios,
The Saints,
Althea and Donna,
Suburban Knight,
Yellowson,
Underground Resistance,
Heaven 17,
The Misunderstood,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Blues Magoos,
Sight & Sound,
Unwound,
Inner City,
Boz Scaggs,
Alton Ellis,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Standells,
Newcleus,
Graham Central Station,
Minutemen,
Main Source,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
John Foxx,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Evens,
the Human League,
The Offenders,
Procol Harum,
Panda Bear,
Schoolly D,
the Normal,
Skarface,
Hashim, Hashim, Hashim, Hashim.
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.