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 Sierra Leone and from Lille.
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 Woodstock and Milan.
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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
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 The Busters to the dance 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 Jeff Mills. All the underground hits.
All Eurythmics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chrome 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 a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
CMW,
Wasted Youth,
DJ Sneak,
Grey Daturas,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Fluxion,
Urselle,
Section 25,
Alice Coltrane,
Public Enemy,
Bill Wells,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Invisible,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Camberwell Now,
Stiv Bators,
The Gories,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Dirtbombs,
the Germs,
Mo-Dettes,
The Gladiators,
OOIOO,
Smog,
T. Rex,
The Cure,
Kerrie Biddell,
Drive Like Jehu,
Inner City,
the Swans,
Toni Rubio,
The Stooges,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Peter and Kerry,
Negative Approach,
Magma,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Carl Craig,
Kurtis Blow,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Blossom Toes,
Peter & Gordon,
The Index,
The Busters,
the Association,
Ken Boothe,
Pagans,
Absolute Body Control,
Duran Duran,
Ultra Naté,
Make Up,
Dark Day,
Marc Almond,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Mission of Burma,
Rhythm & Sound,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Big Daddy Kane,
Unwound, Unwound, Unwound, Unwound.
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.