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 the UAE and from Lille.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the guitar 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 Marc Almond to the punk 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 Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Fifty Foot Hose tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Godley & Creme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Five Americans,
Throbbing Gristle,
Au Pairs,
Sugar Minott,
Gastr Del Sol,
T.S.O.L.,
Dennis Brown,
The Black Dice,
Wolf Eyes,
Second Layer,
Shoche,
Skarface,
Janne Schatter,
Pulsallama,
Pantaleimon,
Cluster,
Zero Boys,
The Music Machine,
The Dirtbombs,
Darondo,
The Buckinghams,
Camouflage,
Mission of Burma,
Radiohead,
Sister Nancy,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Girls At Our Best!,
Don Cherry,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Intrusion,
Q and Not U,
Mad Mike,
Max Romeo,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
the Swans,
Simply Red,
Cybotron,
Drive Like Jehu,
Pierre Henry,
Eurythmics,
48th St. Collective,
MDC,
Ultravox,
The Fuzztones,
Vainqueur,
Frankie Knuckles,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
ABC,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
UT,
Soulsonic Force,
Ken Boothe,
Electric Prunes,
Hot Snakes,
The Divine Comedy,
Flipper,
Roxette,
Model 500,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Clear Light,
Lou Christie,
Eric B and Rakim,
Nas, Nas, Nas, Nas.
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.