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 Namibia and from Shanghai.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro 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 the Fania All-Stars to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz. All the underground hits.
All The Cowsills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gregory Isaacs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The American Breed,
Rhythm & Sound,
Can,
Hasil Adkins,
Patti Smith,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Negative Approach,
Kas Product,
Stiv Bators,
The Motions,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sällskapet,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bobby Byrd,
Glambeats Corp.,
Dark Day,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sonny Sharrock,
the Human League,
Yusef Lateef,
Erasure,
The Star Department,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Siglo XX,
Kool Moe Dee,
Chris & Cosey,
Eli Mardock,
Neu!,
PIL,
Basic Channel,
Amon Düül,
Zero Boys,
Circle Jerks,
Tres Demented,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Tremeloes,
The Happenings,
Cameo,
The Fuzztones,
Outsiders,
Bad Manners,
Bobbi Humphrey,
K-Klass,
Rufus Thomas,
Throbbing Gristle,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Godley & Creme,
Flipper,
Harmonia,
The Neon Judgement,
Intrusion,
ABBA,
Colin Newman,
kango's stein massive,
cv313,
Scan 7,
David Bowie,
John Foxx,
Banda Bassotti,
Junior Murvin,
Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May.
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.