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 Belarus 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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Houston.
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 spring reverb 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 Heaven 17 to the crunk 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 Man Eating Sloth. All the underground hits.
All Donald Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slick Rick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kevin Saunderson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Beasts of Bourbon,
Negative Approach,
Slick Rick,
World's Most,
The J.B.'s,
Spoonie Gee,
The Blackbyrds,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Durutti Column,
Stereo Dub,
Agent Orange,
Harmonia,
Ice-T,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Altered Images,
Hashim,
Pylon,
Public Enemy,
8 Eyed Spy,
Basic Channel,
Los Fastidios,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Wasted Youth,
Rites of Spring,
Dual Sessions,
Crash Course in Science,
Tears for Fears,
Heaven 17,
Tres Demented,
Marcia Griffiths,
Wolf Eyes,
EPMD,
The Neon Judgement,
Nils Olav,
Gabor Szabo,
Popol Vuh,
Skriet,
Hardrive,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Monochrome Set,
Urselle,
Faraquet,
The Searchers,
Jawbox,
X-102,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Radiopuhelimet,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
David Bowie,
Rapeman,
The Velvet Underground,
Pagans,
Unwound,
Tropical Tobacco,
Section 25,
Livin' Joy,
PIL,
Jeru the Damaja,
Eli Mardock,
OOIOO,
The Cure, The Cure, The Cure, The Cure.
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.