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 Palau and from London.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Slackers to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family. All the underground hits.
All Slick Rick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Junior Murvin 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Germs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
E-Dancer,
Television Personalities,
F. McDonald,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Soul Sonic Force,
Subhumans,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Joe Smooth,
Cymande,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Minutemen,
Gastr Del Sol,
Mad Mike,
Boz Scaggs,
Anthony Braxton,
Throbbing Gristle,
Heaven 17,
Lalann,
Kool Moe Dee,
Derrick May,
Cybotron,
Outsiders,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
CMW,
Bang On A Can,
Flamin' Groovies,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sugar Minott,
The Slits,
Masters at Work,
Sarah Menescal,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Rites of Spring,
The Human League,
Fad Gadget,
Joey Negro,
David Bowie,
Faust,
Oblivians,
The Blues Magoos,
Darondo,
Depeche Mode,
Rakim,
Minny Pops,
Jacob Miller,
Pagans,
Barbara Tucker,
The Busters,
EPMD,
Infiniti,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Spandau Ballet,
Cameo,
Circle Jerks,
Delta 5,
the Swans,
The Associates,
Lyres, Lyres, Lyres, Lyres.
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.