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 Cambodia and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 snare 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 Sällskapet to the techno 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 Charles Mingus. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Intrusion 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heaven 17 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABBA,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Black Flag,
The Offenders,
Camouflage,
Ken Boothe,
Radio Birdman,
Ronan,
Flipper,
Pantytec,
Duran Duran,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Danielle Patucci,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Kerri Chandler,
Michelle Simonal,
Amon Düül,
Sun Ra,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Rites of Spring,
The Alarm Clocks,
Bobby Womack,
Nation of Ulysses,
David McCallum,
Ludus,
Deadbeat,
Marcia Griffiths,
Chrome,
Neu!,
Lakeside,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Circle Jerks,
Sister Nancy,
Minor Threat,
The Evens,
Fatback Band,
Sonny Sharrock,
Tears for Fears,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Gang Gang Dance,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Kinks,
Audionom,
Todd Rundgren,
The Dave Clark Five,
Trumans Water,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Aswad,
Letta Mbulu,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Deakin,
Monks,
Tomorrow,
Von Mondo,
DNA,
The Zeros,
The Slackers,
The Motions,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
E-Dancer,
Bill Wells,
The Pretty Things,
Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen.
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.