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 Zimbabwe and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Sisters of Mercy to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Strawberry Alarm Clock. All the underground hits.
All Selector Dub Narcotic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Velvet Underground record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zapp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maurizio,
The Last Poets,
The Dirtbombs,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ponytail,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sun Ra,
Mantronix,
The Star Department,
Alice Coltrane,
The Mummies,
The Smiths,
Talk Talk,
Khruangbin,
Hasil Adkins,
Smog,
Tropical Tobacco,
Fluxion,
Technova,
Johnny Osbourne,
Marshall Jefferson,
Goldenarms,
The Fire Engines,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Quantec,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Count Five,
The Five Americans,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Groovy Waters,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
DNA,
The Gun Club,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Carl Craig,
Zero Boys,
The Real Kids,
Minny Pops,
Rotary Connection,
Eddi Front,
Marvin Gaye,
Au Pairs,
Sister Nancy,
Erykah Badu,
Model 500,
The Pop Group,
Tommy Roe,
Kenny Larkin,
FM Einheit,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Al Stewart,
Aloha Tigers,
Roy Ayers,
John Cale,
Rod Modell,
PIL,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Motorama,
Quando Quango,
Bronski Beat,
David Bowie,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Black Bananas,
Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy.
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.