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 Georgia and from Manila.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Duran Duran to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Marshall Jefferson. All the underground hits.
All Mad Mike tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q65 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Almond,
Reagan Youth,
Talk Talk,
CMW,
Magazine,
Stereo Dub,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Rekid,
Letta Mbulu,
Electric Prunes,
Section 25,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bootsy Collins,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Gladiators,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Second Layer,
Loose Ends,
Lalo Schifrin,
Crime,
Public Enemy,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Trojans,
Sexual Harrassment,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Angels of Light,
Aswad,
Black Pus,
Joe Smooth,
Marcia Griffiths,
Das Ding,
Nirvana,
Idris Muhammad,
Make Up,
Jacques Brel,
Von Mondo,
Mo-Dettes,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Anakelly,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Gong,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Drexciya,
Shoche,
a-ha,
Spandau Ballet,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Walker Brothers,
Henry Cow,
10cc,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Kinks,
The Litter,
Minny Pops,
Niagra,
Blossom Toes,
Smog,
Model 500,
Motorama,
Neil Young,
Radiohead,
Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four.
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.