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 Somalia and from Toronto.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the güiro 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 Public Image Ltd. to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 kango's stein massive. All the underground hits.
All Black Sheep tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pop Group record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Neon Judgement record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sex Pistols,
Liliput,
Minutemen,
Erasure,
Rites of Spring,
Marvin Gaye,
Man Parrish,
Archie Shepp,
DJ Sneak,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Move,
Funky Four + One,
Stiv Bators,
the Germs,
Graham Central Station,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Fuzztones,
B.T. Express,
Wings,
Jacques Brel,
Lucky Dragons,
Ossler,
Kenny Larkin,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Agent Orange,
Chrome,
Rakim,
Bush Tetras,
MDC,
Depeche Mode,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Q and Not U,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Saints,
China Crisis,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Scan 7,
Chris & Cosey,
the Bar-Kays,
Harmonia,
Bang On A Can,
The Fugs,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Mummies,
Alison Limerick,
Monks,
Susan Cadogan,
a-ha,
Half Japanese,
Dave Gahan,
K-Klass,
The American Breed,
Janne Schatter,
Desert Stars,
Talk Talk,
kango's stein massive,
Roxy Music,
Moebius,
Maurizio,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Gladiators,
Gang of Four,
Soulsonic Force,
Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe.
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.