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 Azerbaijan and from Stockholm.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Symarip to the rap 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 Minutemen. All the underground hits.
All The Mighty Diamonds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fela Kuti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Strawberry Alarm Clock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sister Nancy,
The Smiths,
Drexciya,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Slick Rick,
The Alarm Clocks,
Piero Umiliani,
The Mummies,
Scan 7,
the Germs,
Bauhaus,
The Misunderstood,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Soulsonic Force,
Japan,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Hoover,
Reagan Youth,
The Zeros,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bizarre Inc.,
Nick Fraelich,
The Remains,
Barbara Tucker,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Techniques,
Lebanon Hanover,
Robert Görl,
The Fall,
Porter Ricks,
U.S. Maple,
The Martian,
Howard Jones,
Neu!,
In Retrospect,
Organ,
The Pretty Things,
the Normal,
Godley & Creme,
Nas,
Franke,
Harry Pussy,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Motorama,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Blake Baxter,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
cv313,
Todd Rundgren,
Andrew Hill,
Livin' Joy,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Radiohead,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Jeff Lynne,
Iggy Pop,
Chrome,
This Heat,
Altered Images,
Aloha Tigers,
Babytalk,
Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff.
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.