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 Libya and from Taipei.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 chamberlin 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 Popol Vuh to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Yazoo. All the underground hits.
All FM Einheit tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ash Ra Tempel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delon & Dalcan,
Technova,
Eddi Front,
The Blackbyrds,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
AZ,
R.M.O.,
Rhythm & Sound,
Procol Harum,
Echospace,
Ultra Naté,
The Wake,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Chris & Cosey,
Jesper Dahlback,
the Bar-Kays,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Dead Boys,
The Toasters,
Barrington Levy,
Monolake,
Spandau Ballet,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Eric B and Rakim,
Alphaville,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Monochrome Set,
The Gun Club,
Crispy Ambulance,
the Sonics,
Man Parrish,
Pole,
Franke,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Motorama,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Amazonics,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Smog,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Steve Hackett,
Funky Four + One,
Curtis Mayfield,
Agent Orange,
Neil Young,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
DJ Style,
Juan Atkins,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bobby Womack,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Brothers Johnson,
Marine Girls,
Warsaw,
Jimmy McGriff,
Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon.
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.