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 Libya and from Lyon.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 chamberlin 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 K-Klass to the crunk 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 London Community Gospel Choir. All the underground hits.
All Sugar Minott tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every This Heat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
cv313,
Oblivians,
Talk Talk,
Pagans,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Rotary Connection,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
LL Cool J,
Cybotron,
Popol Vuh,
Camberwell Now,
Public Image Ltd.,
Agitation Free,
EPMD,
Von Mondo,
Eddi Front,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Neil Young,
Silicon Teens,
Derrick Morgan,
Mo-Dettes,
Supertramp,
Mars,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Blancmange,
Morten Harket,
Swell Maps,
Lucky Dragons,
Arcadia,
Iggy Pop,
Banda Bassotti,
FM Einheit,
The Pretty Things,
CMW,
Sun Ra,
Theoretical Girls,
Magazine,
Ultra Naté,
The Names,
Stereo Dub,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Blues Magoos,
ABBA,
Funkadelic,
kango's stein massive,
The Dirtbombs,
Essential Logic,
Marmalade,
Minor Threat,
Delta 5,
Moss Icon,
the Sonics,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Gerry Rafferty,
the Fania All-Stars,
Visage,
Michelle Simonal,
The Monochrome Set,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Roxy Music,
The Walker Brothers,
La Düsseldorf,
Lungfish,
Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel.
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.