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 Luxembourg and from Woodstock.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 PIL to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Doors. All the underground hits.
All Derrick May tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Five Americans 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zero Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Axelrod,
8 Eyed Spy,
Girls At Our Best!,
Goldenarms,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ultravox,
Vladislav Delay,
Stiv Bators,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Cybotron,
Piero Umiliani,
Mark Hollis,
Judy Mowatt,
The Trojans,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Motorama,
The Flesh Eaters,
Chris & Cosey,
Harpers Bizarre,
Skarface,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Aural Exciters,
LL Cool J,
The New Christs,
One Last Wish,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Talk Talk,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
New Age Steppers,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Ludus,
Surgeon,
OOIOO,
The Walker Brothers,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lou Christie,
Heaven 17,
CMW,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Inner City,
Angry Samoans,
Arthur Verocai,
Second Layer,
The Seeds,
Barrington Levy,
Youth Brigade,
Interpol,
Trumans Water,
the Sonics,
Jeff Mills,
Monks,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Modern Lovers,
The Motions,
Deadbeat,
Intrusion,
Joyce Sims,
Shoche,
Spoonie Gee,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra.
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.