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 New Zealand and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Calgary.
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 snare 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 Smiths to the punk 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 The Gap Band. All the underground hits.
All Animal Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eden Ahbez record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bizarre Inc. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young,
Johnny Clarke,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Andrew Hill,
John Lydon,
Rufus Thomas,
The Grass Roots,
Amon Düül II,
The Human League,
Minny Pops,
Delta 5,
Ice-T,
Sarah Menescal,
Banda Bassotti,
The Pretty Things,
Eli Mardock,
Mandrill,
Animal Collective,
Warsaw,
Tommy Roe,
Joe Smooth,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sugar Minott,
The Move,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Zero Boys,
Tears for Fears,
ABBA,
Slave,
Soul Sonic Force,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ornette Coleman,
Ituana,
Bauhaus,
H. Thieme,
Eric Copeland,
Silicon Teens,
Franke,
The Fortunes,
Surgeon,
KRS-One,
Iggy Pop,
Wings,
Jacob Miller,
Spandau Ballet,
Juan Atkins,
Freddie Wadling,
T.S.O.L.,
Sex Pistols,
Warren Ellis,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Deadbeat,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Livin' Joy,
Motorama,
Von Mondo,
The Selecter,
Vladislav Delay,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Don Cherry,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
EPMD, EPMD, EPMD, EPMD.
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.