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 Iceland and from Johannesburg.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Lou Reed & Metallica to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Brand Nubian. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young & Crazy Horse record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liliput,
Eric B and Rakim,
Skarface,
The Monochrome Set,
Darondo,
Little Man,
Urselle,
Joe Finger,
Harpers Bizarre,
Reagan Youth,
Roy Ayers,
ABC,
Dave Gahan,
Laurel Aitken,
Sällskapet,
Bill Near,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bluetip,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Fortunes,
48th St. Collective,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Selecter,
Absolute Body Control,
Mad Mike,
Howard Jones,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ken Boothe,
Lee Hazlewood,
Scientists,
Warren Ellis,
Au Pairs,
The Moody Blues,
The Remains,
The Slits,
Depeche Mode,
X-Ray Spex,
Minny Pops,
Crooked Eye,
the Soft Cell,
Aswad,
Skaos,
Toni Rubio,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Walker Brothers,
Deadbeat,
Hardrive,
Tommy Roe,
Slick Rick,
Bobby Womack,
Grauzone,
Grey Daturas,
The Stooges,
Judy Mowatt,
Magazine,
Al Stewart,
Stereo Dub,
Brick, Brick, Brick, Brick.
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.