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 Fiji and from Halifax.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 snare 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 Bluetip to the grime 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 Motorama. All the underground hits.
All The Trojans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Human League record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cramps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maurizio,
Lou Reed,
The Residents,
Quadrant,
Pierre Henry,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
U.S. Maple,
John Cale,
Electric Prunes,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Toni Rubio,
La Düsseldorf,
Aural Exciters,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Young Rascals,
Bronski Beat,
Joe Smooth,
Nirvana,
Groovy Waters,
Rakim,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Make Up,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Raincoats,
The Dave Clark Five,
Los Fastidios,
Janne Schatter,
Curtis Mayfield,
T. Rex,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Litter,
The Selecter,
Index,
the Association,
Delta 5,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ten City,
The Human League,
Interpol,
Sonny Sharrock,
Eurythmics,
Black Moon,
kango's stein massive,
Hoover,
The Star Department,
Japan,
Depeche Mode,
The Searchers,
Sparks,
Suicide,
Whodini,
David McCallum,
Rhythm & Sound,
Grey Daturas,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Smoke,
Amon Düül,
Public Image Ltd.,
Fad Gadget,
The Pop Group,
Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest.
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.