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 Burkina and from Columbus.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 linndrum 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 Eric B and Rakim to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Louis and Bebe Barron. All the underground hits.
All Simply Red tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Modern Lovers 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Depeche Mode record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispian St. Peters,
Wings,
The Durutti Column,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Jeff Mills,
The Pop Group,
Black Pus,
Agent Orange,
Lucky Dragons,
The Raincoats,
Suicide,
Surgeon,
Pharoah Sanders,
Drexciya,
Deepchord,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Beau Brummels,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Jeff Lynne,
Depeche Mode,
Theoretical Girls,
MC5,
Altered Images,
The Toasters,
Juan Atkins,
Black Sheep,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Y Pants,
Maurizio,
Jeru the Damaja,
Metal Thangz,
Blake Baxter,
Magma,
Moebius,
Pagans,
Black Moon,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Chris & Cosey,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Soul Sonic Force,
Danielle Patucci,
Dennis Brown,
Pussy Galore,
John Foxx,
A Certain Ratio,
The Last Poets,
Alice Coltrane,
48th St. Collective,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Heaven 17,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Inner City,
Brick,
Bad Manners,
Banda Bassotti,
Boogie Down Productions,
Yusef Lateef,
Tomorrow,
Connie Case,
Joensuu 1685,
U.S. Maple,
the Germs, the Germs, the Germs, the Germs.
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.