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 South Africa and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 sitar 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 Altered Images to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Black Moon. All the underground hits.
All the Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joey Negro 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Adolescents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eden Ahbez,
Infiniti,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
R.M.O.,
10cc,
Pylon,
The Moleskins,
Faraquet,
New Age Steppers,
The Fall,
Cybotron,
FM Einheit,
Darondo,
Matthew Halsall,
Gichy Dan,
Lou Reed,
Lebanon Hanover,
Rekid,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Slick Rick,
Fugazi,
The Invisible,
Scion,
Lalann,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sound Behaviour,
Blancmange,
The Doors,
The Blues Magoos,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Litter,
Tomorrow,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Kerrie Biddell,
Bauhaus,
DJ Sneak,
Reuben Wilson,
The Star Department,
New York Dolls,
Malaria!,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
MC5,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Aswad,
Lee Hazlewood,
Peter & Gordon,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ken Boothe,
The Remains,
Eli Mardock,
The Buckinghams,
Negative Approach,
Wasted Youth,
Scrapy,
The Motions,
Harpers Bizarre,
Neu!,
Roxette,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon.
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.