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 Ecuador and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 harpsichord 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Residents. All the underground hits.
All Oneida tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Sherman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siglo XX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Litter,
The J.B.'s,
FM Einheit,
The Wake,
Girls At Our Best!,
Mary Jane Girls,
Aloha Tigers,
Neil Young,
The Raincoats,
Graham Central Station,
Mandrill,
Flipper,
The Electric Prunes,
Ituana,
Judy Mowatt,
Eric B and Rakim,
Accadde A,
the Soft Cell,
Joensuu 1685,
Hoover,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Von Mondo,
Sight & Sound,
Duran Duran,
H. Thieme,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Byron Stingily,
Pagans,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Jesper Dahlback,
Schoolly D,
The Index,
Whodini,
Marvin Gaye,
Faraquet,
The Divine Comedy,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Dirtbombs,
Audionom,
Zero Boys,
Visage,
Model 500,
The Fortunes,
DJ Style,
Flash Fearless,
Hashim,
Urselle,
The Music Machine,
Robert Hood,
Blancmange,
The Flesh Eaters,
Qualms,
The Names,
Kool Moe Dee,
Kerri Chandler,
The Mojo Men,
Brick,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Human League,
Stockholm Monsters,
Silicon Teens,
Moss Icon,
Rakim, Rakim, Rakim, Rakim.
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.