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 Togo and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Sex Pistols to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Danielle Patucci. All the underground hits.
All Grey Daturas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ohio Players 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anakelly record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slick Rick,
Quadrant,
Tomorrow,
Crispy Ambulance,
Malaria!,
Slave,
Dark Day,
Blossom Toes,
Guru Guru,
Aaron Thompson,
The Wake,
Pere Ubu,
Jesper Dahlback,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
a-ha,
Judy Mowatt,
Grauzone,
DNA,
Mark Hollis,
The Happenings,
Suicide,
Quando Quango,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Blancmange,
Dead Boys,
X-101,
DJ Style,
New Order,
Dawn Penn,
Kurtis Blow,
Maleditus Sound,
The Residents,
The Gap Band,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Lee Hazlewood,
Soul II Soul,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Robert Wyatt,
cv313,
Robert Görl,
Ash Ra Tempel,
KRS-One,
Spandau Ballet,
The Victims,
The Tremeloes,
Eli Mardock,
Half Japanese,
Flamin' Groovies,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Lakeside,
Flash Fearless,
Inner City,
kango's stein massive,
Zapp,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Marshall Jefferson,
Surgeon,
Brick, Brick, Brick, Brick.
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.