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 Latvia and from Lille.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Nile Rodgers 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 The Gories to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Nas. All the underground hits.
All Severed Heads tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Au Pairs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blake Baxter,
John Lydon,
Eddi Front,
Visage,
Yusef Lateef,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ice-T,
Eric B and Rakim,
Don Cherry,
Dennis Brown,
Spandau Ballet,
Fear,
Johnny Clarke,
Juan Atkins,
Reagan Youth,
Eden Ahbez,
Scrapy,
Underground Resistance,
The Remains,
Accadde A,
The Leaves,
X-101,
Little Man,
Inner City,
Monolake,
Minor Threat,
Godley & Creme,
Sarah Menescal,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Depeche Mode,
48th St. Collective,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Soft Machine,
Suicide,
cv313,
Moebius,
Los Fastidios,
Lindisfarne,
Girls At Our Best!,
Supertramp,
The Buckinghams,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
DJ Sneak,
John Holt,
Soulsonic Force,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Maleditus Sound,
Popol Vuh,
Nick Fraelich,
Stetsasonic,
Rakim,
Stereo Dub,
Altered Images,
Harpers Bizarre,
OOIOO,
Rufus Thomas,
Nation of Ulysses,
Aswad,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Schoolly D,
Rekid,
Television,
Wasted Youth,
Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents.
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.