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 Portugal and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 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 Lyres to the funk 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 Neil Young. All the underground hits.
All Eden Ahbez tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blackbyrds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Offenders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oblivians,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Soft Cell,
Sarah Menescal,
Second Layer,
Harry Pussy,
the Normal,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sun City Girls,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Eddi Front,
The Real Kids,
The Martian,
T. Rex,
Mad Mike,
Man Eating Sloth,
Dark Day,
Gang Starr,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Blackbyrds,
Crash Course in Science,
Bang On A Can,
Slave,
Marine Girls,
The Dirtbombs,
Ice-T,
Anthony Braxton,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Pulsallama,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Star Department,
Skaos,
Buzzcocks,
Gong,
Excepter,
Television Personalities,
Depeche Mode,
Lightning Bolt,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Minny Pops,
In Retrospect,
Max Romeo,
Quadrant,
The New Christs,
Rekid,
MDC,
Bill Near,
Porter Ricks,
The Walker Brothers,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Blues Magoos,
Delon & Dalcan,
Joe Finger,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Durutti Column,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Cal Tjader,
Aural Exciters,
Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel.
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.