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 Honduras and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme to the disco 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 Cymande. All the underground hits.
All Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Kinks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Newcleus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sound Behaviour,
Aloha Tigers,
Masters at Work,
Tomorrow,
Pylon,
Brand Nubian,
Tears for Fears,
Crooked Eye,
Spoonie Gee,
Supertramp,
Flipper,
Donald Byrd,
Derrick Morgan,
Slick Rick,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Kurtis Blow,
Eurythmics,
Steve Hackett,
Tom Boy,
Isaac Hayes,
Franke,
E-Dancer,
Q65,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
John Lydon,
DJ Style,
Arab on Radar,
Nation of Ulysses,
Black Pus,
Marmalade,
DJ Sneak,
The Buckinghams,
The Pretty Things,
Gerry Rafferty,
Simply Red,
Dark Day,
Symarip,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Suicide,
Sex Pistols,
kango's stein massive,
Sonny Sharrock,
the Bar-Kays,
Kerrie Biddell,
Big Daddy Kane,
Moby Grape,
Erasure,
Arcadia,
The Last Poets,
The Raincoats,
Porter Ricks,
Schoolly D,
Pole,
Youth Brigade,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Techniques,
Qualms,
Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti.
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.