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 Mexico and from Stockholm.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the 808 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 Japan to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Ludus. All the underground hits.
All Organ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Don Cherry 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 chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Selector Dub Narcotic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Kerrie Biddell,
Severed Heads,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Busters,
X-101,
The Leaves,
Ronan,
Scan 7,
Tubeway Army,
Soulsonic Force,
The Fire Engines,
Sight & Sound,
Darondo,
Nas,
Carl Craig,
Chrome,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Joensuu 1685,
The Dead C,
Infiniti,
Main Source,
The Slackers,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Scratch Acid,
Yazoo,
Nirvana,
Jimmy McGriff,
Agent Orange,
Average White Band,
Howard Jones,
Audionom,
Gang of Four,
Porter Ricks,
Wings,
Funky Four + One,
Groovy Waters,
The Vogues,
Max Romeo,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Nils Olav,
The Wake,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Banda Bassotti,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Magazine,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Star Department,
the Soft Cell,
Das Ding,
Quando Quango,
Schoolly D,
MDC,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Dave Gahan,
Mary Jane Girls,
Rhythm & Sound,
Black Sheep,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Searchers,
Nico,
Gang Starr,
Graham Central Station,
Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective.
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.