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 Suriname and from Tokyo.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the güiro 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 Terrestrial Tones to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo. All the underground hits.
All Mars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Stooges record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Hood,
Bauhaus,
The Golliwogs,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Juan Atkins,
Pagans,
Zero Boys,
Magma,
Piero Umiliani,
Deakin,
Frankie Knuckles,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Crispy Ambulance,
Hasil Adkins,
The Skatalites,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Blake Baxter,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Nirvana,
Graham Central Station,
Soft Machine,
The Trojans,
Traffic Nightmare,
Leonard Cohen,
Mars,
Yellowson,
the Bar-Kays,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Trumans Water,
Rakim,
Mad Mike,
Grandmaster Flash,
Aaron Thompson,
Amon Düül II,
Infiniti,
The Smiths,
the Slits,
Young Marble Giants,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Kayak,
Dennis Brown,
Nik Kershaw,
The Human League,
Pere Ubu,
Kas Product,
Tom Boy,
Marine Girls,
Sixth Finger,
Slick Rick,
Bob Dylan,
Sam Rivers,
Wire,
Janne Schatter,
The Doors,
Gichy Dan,
Radio Birdman,
Lungfish,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Minny Pops,
Scratch Acid,
A Certain Ratio,
Joe Smooth,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Basic Channel,
The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke.
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.