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 China and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Spokane.
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 Michael McDonald 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 Tremeloes to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 48th St. Collective. All the underground hits.
All The Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Negative Approach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Circle Jerks,
Barclay James Harvest,
Darondo,
Schoolly D,
The Grass Roots,
The Moody Blues,
Sister Nancy,
Todd Rundgren,
ABC,
New Order,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Con Funk Shun,
Eurythmics,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Maleditus Sound,
Kas Product,
Suburban Knight,
The Techniques,
Matthew Halsall,
Slave,
Harmonia,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Albert Ayler,
the Human League,
Wolf Eyes,
Johnny Clarke,
Ronnie Foster,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ronan,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
UT,
The Martian,
Mantronix,
Faraquet,
The Golliwogs,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Royal Trux,
The Gladiators,
Main Source,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Yazoo,
Jeff Mills,
Laurel Aitken,
kango's stein massive,
Public Enemy,
Andrew Hill,
David McCallum,
Alphaville,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Jeru the Damaja,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Stiv Bators,
Curtis Mayfield,
Pulsallama,
Yaz,
Lou Reed,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Surgeon,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Cowsills,
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.