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 Lesotho and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 spring reverb 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 Hardrive to the disco 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 The Alarm Clocks. All the underground hits.
All Piero Umiliani tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Germs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mary Jane Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eddi Front,
The Monks,
Angry Samoans,
The Grass Roots,
Pet Shop Boys,
Cheater Slicks,
Peter & Gordon,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Saints,
The Gun Club,
Technova,
Saccharine Trust,
Bob Dylan,
New Age Steppers,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Kas Product,
Thompson Twins,
Franke,
Blancmange,
Ultra Naté,
The Cure,
Intrusion,
Slave,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Velvet Underground,
The Fuzztones,
Black Bananas,
Can,
Colin Newman,
The J.B.'s,
Charles Mingus,
Brand Nubian,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Con Funk Shun,
Section 25,
The Mummies,
The Associates,
Jacques Brel,
the Soft Cell,
Lou Reed,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lalann,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Leaves,
Young Marble Giants,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Cal Tjader,
Robert Wyatt,
X-101,
Derrick Morgan,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Standells,
The Moleskins,
Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman.
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.