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 Sweden and from Johannesburg.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Black Sheep to the dance 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 Underground Resistance. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Martian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
10cc,
Todd Rundgren,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Fall,
The Durutti Column,
Yellowson,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lightning Bolt,
The Names,
Khruangbin,
Tim Buckley,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Sonics,
Archie Shepp,
Roy Ayers,
Sugar Minott,
Mary Jane Girls,
Saccharine Trust,
Jacob Miller,
Drexciya,
Derrick Morgan,
KRS-One,
Thompson Twins,
Darondo,
DNA,
Maleditus Sound,
Wings,
Visage,
Bauhaus,
Easy Going,
Unrelated Segments,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Slits,
Pulsallama,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Cymande,
Duran Duran,
Yaz,
The Angels of Light,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Outsiders,
Hot Snakes,
The Blackbyrds,
Ponytail,
Bang On A Can,
The Detroit Cobras,
Smog,
Rhythm & Sound,
Connie Case,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Tubeway Army,
Reagan Youth,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Star Department,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Gladiators,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Zeros,
Dawn Penn,
Excepter,
La Düsseldorf,
The Move,
Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding.
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.