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 Jakarta.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 mellotron 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 Mars to the techno 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 the Slits. All the underground hits.
All Siouxsie and the Banshees tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moebius 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rapeman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Traffic Nightmare,
Quantec,
Moss Icon,
Organ,
Oblivians,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Cymande,
Roxette,
Scion,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Zero Boys,
Deakin,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
cv313,
The Golliwogs,
The Monochrome Set,
Brass Construction,
The Smiths,
Isaac Hayes,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Gladiators,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ohio Players,
Pierre Henry,
The Skatalites,
Joe Finger,
Arcadia,
Public Enemy,
The Red Krayola,
Glambeats Corp.,
One Last Wish,
Brand Nubian,
Rekid,
Nation of Ulysses,
Thompson Twins,
Funky Four + One,
Shoche,
Livin' Joy,
Tres Demented,
Maleditus Sound,
Blancmange,
Lungfish,
Delta 5,
Cal Tjader,
Grandmaster Flash,
New Order,
Pantaleimon,
The Dave Clark Five,
Reagan Youth,
The Motions,
The Last Poets,
Qualms,
Radiopuhelimet,
Nas,
The Beau Brummels,
The Slackers,
K-Klass,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw.
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.