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 United States and from Manchester.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Sparks. All the underground hits.
All Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every K-Klass 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 güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June of 44 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mojo Men,
Black Flag,
Blancmange,
Das Ding,
Marine Girls,
Harpers Bizarre,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
48th St. Collective,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Golliwogs,
The Invisible,
New Age Steppers,
Roy Ayers,
Harmonia,
JFA,
Mr. Review,
the Bar-Kays,
D'Angelo,
Jeff Lynne,
The Gladiators,
Funkadelic,
Gerry Rafferty,
Anthony Braxton,
Glenn Branca,
Spoonie Gee,
Albert Ayler,
Talk Talk,
Goldenarms,
Lightning Bolt,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Godley & Creme,
T. Rex,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Trumans Water,
Minnie Riperton,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Vogues,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Jeru the Damaja,
DNA,
John Coltrane,
Anakelly,
Grauzone,
The Fortunes,
Echospace,
Rapeman,
LL Cool J,
Bauhaus,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Todd Rundgren,
Chris & Cosey,
Amon Düül,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Can,
kango's stein massive,
Ludus,
Vladislav Delay,
Liliput,
The Index,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Alarm Clocks,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities.
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.