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 Libya and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 Stockholm and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Hashim to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Victims. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Bourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flipper record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boogie Down Productions,
Massinfluence,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
the Association,
Peter & Gordon,
Q and Not U,
Eurythmics,
The New Christs,
Delta 5,
Fluxion,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Masters at Work,
Alice Coltrane,
Magazine,
Stetsasonic,
Dark Day,
Radiopuhelimet,
LL Cool J,
Janne Schatter,
John Holt,
ABBA,
The Red Krayola,
The Searchers,
Joyce Sims,
Wolf Eyes,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Motions,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Black Sheep,
Joey Negro,
Arab on Radar,
Spoonie Gee,
The Fugs,
Malaria!,
Brand Nubian,
Sparks,
Todd Terry,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Soft Cell,
The Selecter,
Yazoo,
Trumans Water,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Nirvana,
Iggy Pop,
Pantaleimon,
Flash Fearless,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lou Christie,
Charles Mingus,
Television,
Altered Images,
KRS-One,
Moss Icon,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Adolescents,
The Cramps,
Robert Görl,
Negative Approach,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Thee Headcoats,
Gichy Dan,
Hasil Adkins,
L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne.
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.