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 Marshall Islands and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Tehran.
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 808 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 Index to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Eurythmics. All the underground hits.
All Connie Case tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Charles Mingus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Urselle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bush Tetras,
Outsiders,
Nico,
Y Pants,
Alison Limerick,
Saccharine Trust,
Johnny Osbourne,
Minutemen,
Pulsallama,
Bob Dylan,
Kenny Larkin,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Golliwogs,
Joy Division,
Panda Bear,
Moby Grape,
La Düsseldorf,
Bluetip,
The Last Poets,
Avey Tare,
a-ha,
Reagan Youth,
The Black Dice,
Mad Mike,
Basic Channel,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Electric Prunes,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Hardrive,
Eden Ahbez,
Sex Pistols,
The Buckinghams,
Franke,
Matthew Halsall,
The Dead C,
Zero Boys,
Cameo,
Aswad,
Nick Fraelich,
Susan Cadogan,
Tubeway Army,
One Last Wish,
Pantytec,
the Association,
Public Image Ltd.,
Moss Icon,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Marshall Jefferson,
Jeff Lynne,
Tears for Fears,
Rotary Connection,
Joey Negro,
Moebius,
Erasure,
KRS-One,
The Pop Group,
Procol Harum,
Trumans Water,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Motions,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy.
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.