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 Mauritania and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 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 The Monochrome Set to the grime 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 Mandrill. All the underground hits.
All Mission of Burma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Enemy 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lucky Dragons record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Invisible,
Bush Tetras,
Suburban Knight,
Lalann,
Carl Craig,
Mo-Dettes,
Stockholm Monsters,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Velvet Underground,
The Human League,
Massinfluence,
Jacques Brel,
Leonard Cohen,
Peter and Kerry,
Moby Grape,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sister Nancy,
Al Stewart,
Robert Hood,
X-Ray Spex,
Niagra,
Chrome,
The Star Department,
Eric Dolphy,
Talk Talk,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sound Behaviour,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Tommy Roe,
The Fugs,
Anakelly,
Ronan,
Crime,
the Bar-Kays,
Icehouse,
Minny Pops,
Soulsonic Force,
Dave Gahan,
Von Mondo,
T. Rex,
Traffic Nightmare,
Delon & Dalcan,
Silicon Teens,
Clear Light,
Kaleidoscope,
Bluetip,
Byron Stingily,
World's Most,
Connie Case,
Shoche,
Faraquet,
PIL,
Aswad,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Gories,
Derrick May,
Bang On A Can,
Black Flag,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Morten Harket,
New Age Steppers,
Essential Logic,
Bad Manners,
Rapeman,
Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes.
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.