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 Saudi Arabia and from New York.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 rhodes 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 Young Marble Giants to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Gang Starr. All the underground hits.
All the Normal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sandy B 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 chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gong record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quadrant,
Deakin,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Vladislav Delay,
Sun Ra,
Sex Pistols,
Nik Kershaw,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Crash Course in Science,
Marine Girls,
Scan 7,
The Selecter,
The Moleskins,
Inner City,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Marshall Jefferson,
Tommy Roe,
Avey Tare,
Darondo,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Fela Kuti,
DJ Sneak,
Soul Sonic Force,
Swans,
Marvin Gaye,
The Index,
Erykah Badu,
the Human League,
Brick,
Tubeway Army,
The Litter,
The Wake,
Ultra Naté,
Marc Almond,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Alphaville,
Schoolly D,
Pole,
Surgeon,
Clear Light,
Derrick Morgan,
Sugar Minott,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Eurythmics,
The Gap Band,
Television,
Wally Richardson,
B.T. Express,
PIL,
The United States of America,
Gang of Four,
Lower 48,
Big Daddy Kane,
Nils Olav,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Newcleus,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Man Eating Sloth,
Mars, Mars, Mars, Mars.
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.