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 Germany and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Lou Reed & Metallica to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Harpers Bizarre. All the underground hits.
All the Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Japan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
B.T. Express,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Alice Coltrane,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bobby Byrd,
Lee Hazlewood,
Neu!,
Joey Negro,
Suicide,
EPMD,
The Vogues,
China Crisis,
AZ,
The Golliwogs,
Slick Rick,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Arcadia,
Flipper,
Altered Images,
Panda Bear,
Monolake,
The Durutti Column,
Toni Rubio,
Donald Byrd,
Magazine,
Arab on Radar,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Robert Görl,
Sam Rivers,
Monks,
The Seeds,
Agent Orange,
The Moleskins,
L. Decosne,
Harpers Bizarre,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Skarface,
Radio Birdman,
The New Christs,
Kerrie Biddell,
Blake Baxter,
The Zeros,
Franke,
The Fugs,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
T. Rex,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Fat Boys,
The Cowsills,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Los Fastidios,
Sonic Youth,
Fad Gadget,
New Order,
John Coltrane,
Circle Jerks,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama.
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.