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 Korea North and from Winnipeg.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Eric B and Rakim to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Guru Guru. All the underground hits.
All N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fugs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Piero Umiliani record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magazine,
Joyce Sims,
Slick Rick,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Josef K,
Peter and Kerry,
Throbbing Gristle,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Aswad,
H. Thieme,
Rhythm & Sound,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Popol Vuh,
ABC,
Glenn Branca,
Liliput,
LL Cool J,
China Crisis,
Stiv Bators,
Little Man,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
John Holt,
Steve Hackett,
The Fuzztones,
Janne Schatter,
Circle Jerks,
The Litter,
Delon & Dalcan,
Excepter,
The Smoke,
Brand Nubian,
Glambeats Corp.,
Nils Olav,
Ornette Coleman,
Mary Jane Girls,
Model 500,
Porter Ricks,
Radiohead,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Banda Bassotti,
MC5,
Howard Jones,
Jeff Mills,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Joe Finger,
Rosa Yemen,
FM Einheit,
Mission of Burma,
Drive Like Jehu,
John Foxx,
KRS-One,
Average White Band,
Jandek,
Deakin,
The Residents,
Quantec,
Derrick Morgan,
Vainqueur,
Joy Division,
Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre.
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.