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 New Zealand and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Tokyo.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the güiro 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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Vainqueur. All the underground hits.
All Janne Schatter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Letta Mbulu 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Certain Ratio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cybotron,
The Smoke,
Talk Talk,
Gang Green,
Glambeats Corp.,
Nico,
Jawbox,
Gang of Four,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
cv313,
The Neon Judgement,
The Golliwogs,
Marine Girls,
Dead Boys,
Cecil Taylor,
The Grass Roots,
The Shadows of Knight,
Vladislav Delay,
Pulsallama,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Aural Exciters,
OOIOO,
Sex Pistols,
Prince Buster,
Crash Course in Science,
Davy DMX,
X-101,
Intrusion,
Skarface,
AZ,
LL Cool J,
Sound Behaviour,
The Cowsills,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Eric Copeland,
Anakelly,
Big Daddy Kane,
China Crisis,
Japan,
Scrapy,
Ultimate Spinach,
Tres Demented,
Electric Prunes,
The Music Machine,
Marc Almond,
Minny Pops,
The Tremeloes,
Carl Craig,
Lightning Bolt,
Alison Limerick,
Ituana,
Grauzone,
Sarah Menescal,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Rakim,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Zeros,
Pole,
Ice-T,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Slave,
Depeche Mode,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy.
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.