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 Nigeria and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Gang of Four to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Duran Duran. All the underground hits.
All Aaron Thompson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alton Ellis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anakelly record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Order,
Kayak,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sixth Finger,
Scratch Acid,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Yusef Lateef,
Marvin Gaye,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Black Bananas,
Technova,
The Saints,
Freddie Wadling,
Peter and Kerry,
The Pretty Things,
Black Sheep,
These Immortal Souls,
Au Pairs,
The Martian,
Das Ding,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Moby Grape,
The Remains,
Leonard Cohen,
The American Breed,
The Blackbyrds,
Joyce Sims,
The Residents,
Maurizio,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Standells,
Morten Harket,
Bizarre Inc.,
X-102,
Don Cherry,
Man Parrish,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Banda Bassotti,
Hot Snakes,
Derrick May,
Rites of Spring,
Underground Resistance,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Knickerbockers,
Heaven 17,
The Sound,
John Cale,
Michelle Simonal,
Peter & Gordon,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Doors,
The Mummies,
Maleditus Sound,
Ultravox,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Visage,
The Tremeloes,
Babytalk,
Slick Rick,
Rekid,
Archie Shepp,
Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes.
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.