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 Swaziland and from London.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 David Axelrod to the techno 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 Fat Boys. All the underground hits.
All Vainqueur tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Audionom 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marvin Gaye record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slick Rick,
Niagra,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Davy DMX,
Eric Copeland,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Max Romeo,
Sandy B,
Spandau Ballet,
Maurizio,
Josef K,
cv313,
Jeff Mills,
The Seeds,
Half Japanese,
Scion,
The Techniques,
Subhumans,
The Happenings,
the Human League,
Wally Richardson,
Barrington Levy,
Section 25,
Godley & Creme,
Nirvana,
New York Dolls,
Arab on Radar,
Pylon,
Lou Reed,
Inner City,
The Gories,
Public Image Ltd.,
Gang Gang Dance,
June of 44,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Bang On A Can,
The Cramps,
Black Flag,
The Martian,
Lebanon Hanover,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Fatback Band,
Underground Resistance,
The Barracudas,
Tears for Fears,
Archie Shepp,
Joey Negro,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Index,
Gang of Four,
Shoche,
Carl Craig,
Brand Nubian,
the Sonics,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Quantec,
The Fuzztones,
Thompson Twins,
Arcadia,
Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic.
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.