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 Zimbabwe and from Spokane.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Index to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz. All the underground hits.
All Junior Murvin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aswad 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joensuu 1685 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?
Kevin Saunderson,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ice-T,
Kool Moe Dee,
Eden Ahbez,
One Last Wish,
Crispian St. Peters,
the Human League,
Groovy Waters,
Delon & Dalcan,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Real Kids,
Darondo,
The Mojo Men,
Piero Umiliani,
Althea and Donna,
Marine Girls,
Sandy B,
Connie Case,
Adolescents,
The Slits,
New Age Steppers,
Crash Course in Science,
Erasure,
Los Fastidios,
Iggy Pop,
Magma,
John Cale,
Pet Shop Boys,
Visage,
The Moody Blues,
Tom Boy,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Standells,
Johnny Clarke,
Amon Düül II,
Donny Hathaway,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Soul Sonic Force,
Josef K,
Altered Images,
Neu!,
Moby Grape,
China Crisis,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Fela Kuti,
The Star Department,
David McCallum,
Eddi Front,
Rufus Thomas,
Silicon Teens,
Scrapy,
Frankie Knuckles,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Yellowson,
Cabaret Voltaire,
cv313,
Flipper,
Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters.
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.