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 Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Michael McDonald 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 Alphaville to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Accadde A. All the underground hits.
All Alison Limerick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Selecter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a E-Dancer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mission of Burma,
Tom Boy,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Mandrill,
Massinfluence,
Brass Construction,
Girls At Our Best!,
Nils Olav,
Ralphi Rosario,
48th St. Collective,
Bobby Sherman,
The J.B.'s,
The Toasters,
Kayak,
Aswad,
Negative Approach,
Erasure,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Motions,
Connie Case,
Hashim,
The Martian,
Basic Channel,
Monolake,
the Swans,
Metal Thangz,
Spandau Ballet,
Mantronix,
Rosa Yemen,
Sonic Youth,
Los Fastidios,
Wally Richardson,
Godley & Creme,
Man Parrish,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Todd Rundgren,
The Victims,
Trumans Water,
Terry Callier,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
the Normal,
Lightning Bolt,
Dual Sessions,
The Barracudas,
Mad Mike,
Darondo,
Crash Course in Science,
Blake Baxter,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sugar Minott,
Spoonie Gee,
FM Einheit,
Joe Smooth,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Deadbeat,
Lalann,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Goldenarms,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Con Funk Shun,
Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens.
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.