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 Paraguay and from Mumbai.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the oboe 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 Angry Samoans to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Hardrive. All the underground hits.
All KRS-One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Eating Sloth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DNA,
Goldenarms,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Con Funk Shun,
X-Ray Spex,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Rekid,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Tremeloes,
DJ Style,
Boz Scaggs,
Eli Mardock,
Das Ding,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Shuggie Otis,
Crash Course in Science,
Roxy Music,
Model 500,
the Normal,
Quadrant,
Brothers Johnson,
Flipper,
L. Decosne,
Babytalk,
Pantytec,
Infiniti,
Thompson Twins,
Outsiders,
Spandau Ballet,
Faust,
Von Mondo,
The Misunderstood,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Icehouse,
The Remains,
Scion,
Gregory Isaacs,
kango's stein massive,
Janne Schatter,
UT,
Eric Copeland,
KRS-One,
Minnie Riperton,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Trumans Water,
H. Thieme,
Marvin Gaye,
Oneida,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sexual Harrassment,
Procol Harum,
The New Christs,
Maleditus Sound,
FM Einheit,
Bill Near,
Sex Pistols,
Marc Almond,
Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode.
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.