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 Zimbabwe and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 arpeggiator 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 Magazine to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Absolute Body Control. All the underground hits.
All Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delta 5 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minnie Riperton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sisters of Mercy,
Soft Machine,
Skriet,
Eric B and Rakim,
LL Cool J,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Yellowson,
Lou Reed,
AZ,
Girls At Our Best!,
Eric Copeland,
The Move,
Soft Cell,
The Standells,
the Association,
Cabaret Voltaire,
H. Thieme,
Max Romeo,
The Young Rascals,
Johnny Clarke,
The Stooges,
John Holt,
Black Bananas,
Zapp,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Kas Product,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The New Christs,
Easy Going,
Harmonia,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Lalo Schifrin,
Q65,
Henry Cow,
Mr. Review,
Traffic Nightmare,
Popol Vuh,
Flipper,
MC5,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Intrusion,
Aloha Tigers,
Lou Christie,
the Soft Cell,
Royal Trux,
Electric Light Orchestra,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Todd Terry,
The Moleskins,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Todd Rundgren,
Peter and Kerry,
Talk Talk,
Banda Bassotti,
Country Teasers,
Delon & Dalcan,
Juan Atkins,
Pylon,
Inner City,
Bill Near,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy.
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.