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 Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 Houston and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 808 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 Y Pants to the disco 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 Mandrill. All the underground hits.
All Urselle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s 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 Gang of Four record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fatback Band,
John Coltrane,
Basic Channel,
a-ha,
Archie Shepp,
Mandrill,
Kurtis Blow,
Skaos,
Von Mondo,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Moleskins,
The Music Machine,
Dave Gahan,
Hasil Adkins,
Sugar Minott,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Drive Like Jehu,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Velvet Underground,
Tommy Roe,
Bizarre Inc.,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Fluxion,
Jimmy McGriff,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Big Daddy Kane,
Terry Callier,
Jerry's Kids,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Yusef Lateef,
The Real Kids,
Mars,
Barbara Tucker,
Junior Murvin,
The Count Five,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Freddie Wadling,
The Alarm Clocks,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Roxy Music,
Unwound,
Essential Logic,
Liliput,
Warren Ellis,
Lindisfarne,
the Soft Cell,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Scan 7,
Public Image Ltd.,
This Heat,
Symarip,
Absolute Body Control,
Lalann,
the Germs,
Prince Buster,
Anthony Braxton,
Sister Nancy,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Rakim,
Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran.
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.