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 Latvia and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 marimba 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 CMW to the crunk 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 Carl Craig. All the underground hits.
All Joey Negro tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Interpol record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Banda Bassotti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sixth Finger,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Eric Dolphy,
Agent Orange,
Bobby Byrd,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Real Kids,
Newcleus,
Drexciya,
Gang Starr,
Ituana,
Lebanon Hanover,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Circle Jerks,
EPMD,
Alison Limerick,
The Flesh Eaters,
R.M.O.,
The Doors,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Godley & Creme,
Amon Düül II,
Thee Headcoats,
Lou Christie,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
the Germs,
New Age Steppers,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Chris & Cosey,
Connie Case,
Arcadia,
L. Decosne,
Liliput,
Brick,
The Selecter,
Thompson Twins,
Fatback Band,
Royal Trux,
Eli Mardock,
The Sonics,
China Crisis,
Sugar Minott,
Crime,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Scrapy,
Qualms,
Sarah Menescal,
Davy DMX,
Colin Newman,
Maleditus Sound,
The Gun Club,
Terry Callier,
Nation of Ulysses,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Jerry's Kids,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Fire Engines,
Brand Nubian,
The Black Dice,
Michelle Simonal,
The Electric Prunes,
Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5.
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.