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 Jamaica and from Paris.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Junior Murvin to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Ronan. All the underground hits.
All John Foxx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Letta Mbulu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alice Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drive Like Jehu,
Sex Pistols,
Scion,
Dawn Penn,
Hashim,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Mark Hollis,
MDC,
Fugazi,
The Trojans,
Oblivians,
The Mummies,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Jerry's Kids,
Matthew Bourne,
Toni Rubio,
Todd Rundgren,
The Smoke,
Little Man,
Aaron Thompson,
Scratch Acid,
Steve Hackett,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Danielle Patucci,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Cramps,
Intrusion,
Sandy B,
Lucky Dragons,
Pylon,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Radio Birdman,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Slick Rick,
Stockholm Monsters,
Scrapy,
Gang Gang Dance,
Stereo Dub,
The Offenders,
Niagra,
Hot Snakes,
Lalo Schifrin,
Piero Umiliani,
Flipper,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Fugs,
Lindisfarne,
The Moleskins,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Black Moon,
Banda Bassotti,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Beau Brummels,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
the Sonics,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Grauzone,
UT,
Robert Görl,
Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz.
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.