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 Guinea-Bissau and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 808 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 rap 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 The Chocolate Watch Band. All the underground hits.
All Ultramagnetic MC's tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rotary Connection record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric B and Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bauhaus,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Young Marble Giants,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Surgeon,
Rekid,
The Grass Roots,
Flamin' Groovies,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sarah Menescal,
Harry Pussy,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Gang Gang Dance,
Glambeats Corp.,
Angry Samoans,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Fall,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Zeros,
Sonic Youth,
Black Flag,
Piero Umiliani,
Q and Not U,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Lakeside,
The Wake,
Tomorrow,
Niagra,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Smoke,
AZ,
Josef K,
Soft Cell,
The Leaves,
Judy Mowatt,
Brass Construction,
Rapeman,
Cheater Slicks,
Index,
Godley & Creme,
Marvin Gaye,
Motorama,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Mojo Men,
Junior Murvin,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Fortunes,
Bluetip,
Pet Shop Boys,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Lalo Schifrin,
Roxy Music,
Letta Mbulu,
Silicon Teens,
Brick,
Aaron Thompson,
Lungfish,
The Selecter,
Public Image Ltd.,
Althea and Donna,
Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck.
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.