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 Georgia and from Bremen.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Mumbai.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro 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 Max Romeo to the techno 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 Rekid. All the underground hits.
All Erykah Badu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Juan Atkins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ash Ra Tempel 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?
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Soft Cell,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Masters at Work,
Eric B and Rakim,
Nik Kershaw,
Zero Boys,
The Slits,
H. Thieme,
The Durutti Column,
Circle Jerks,
The Remains,
Boz Scaggs,
Japan,
Iggy Pop,
Dawn Penn,
Funkadelic,
Au Pairs,
Charles Mingus,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lyres,
Magma,
Deakin,
The Techniques,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Howard Jones,
Danielle Patucci,
ABC,
The Stooges,
Hot Snakes,
The Vogues,
Minny Pops,
Massinfluence,
Cheater Slicks,
Quando Quango,
The Birthday Party,
Theoretical Girls,
Bobby Byrd,
Sarah Menescal,
Khruangbin,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Smog,
Country Teasers,
The Skatalites,
Ituana,
The Busters,
Unrelated Segments,
The Residents,
Warren Ellis,
Wasted Youth,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Beau Brummels,
The Saints,
Big Daddy Kane,
Judy Mowatt,
Fat Boys,
Procol Harum,
The Leaves,
The Detroit Cobras,
Roxy Music,
kango's stein massive,
PIL,
Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio.
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.