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 Sierra Leone and from Columbus.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Alton Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Minor Threat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Technova record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lebanon Hanover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Five Americans,
Radiohead,
Pole,
Eve St. Jones,
Grandmaster Flash,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Monochrome Set,
Talk Talk,
Jacob Miller,
Intrusion,
Pussy Galore,
Janne Schatter,
the Sonics,
The Sonics,
Dead Boys,
Bizarre Inc.,
Marine Girls,
Anakelly,
Inner City,
The Dave Clark Five,
Cybotron,
One Last Wish,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Avey Tare,
Tim Buckley,
Nas,
John Holt,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Offenders,
Panda Bear,
Delta 5,
E-Dancer,
Jimmy McGriff,
Ultra Naté,
Judy Mowatt,
Max Romeo,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Kinks,
Peter & Gordon,
Bob Dylan,
CMW,
Juan Atkins,
Steve Hackett,
New Order,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Reagan Youth,
Carl Craig,
Pet Shop Boys,
Quadrant,
The Young Rascals,
Groovy Waters,
Aural Exciters,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Mary Jane Girls,
Kevin Saunderson,
Fad Gadget,
Johnny Clarke,
Bang On A Can,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
R.M.O.,
Isaac Hayes,
Jeff Mills,
Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop.
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.